George Watsky Never Let It Die song lyrics

I'll never it die Cause it isn't the fashion, the cash, and isn't the trashing hotels

It's the pit of passion you feel, in the moment you crashed and you fell

Then get up and you're smashing it well, like it was a pistachio shell

And you gotta be gnashing your teeth, and be giving em hell

Cause to love is a radical act, give your brother a pat on the back

And if you get a panic attack, feel like you're at the back of the pack

An opinion's exactly that. If they say that your magic is black

Just do what you do when you do what you do, keep on pulling that rabbit from hat

You might think that you're ruined. You might think you're defeated

If you love what you're doing you've already succeeded

But there's gonna be bleeding, when another one bites that dust

So get ready to beat it, cause maybe it might be us, and I'm telling em

That the journey is oh so slow and we wanna say "no no no"

Cause to make it is difficult, but we go go go

And my father was telling me that I better be ready ride on through

Cause I know that it's tough, but it's gotta be somebody, so then why not you?

I'll never it die I'll never it die Carry the spark as we're marching into the darkness

I don't care if they're marking where they bury my carcass

I'm working in this circus and searching for purpose

Learning from the bird who's perched on top of the church and chirpin a sermon

You want that early worm? Be the determined sparrow

Flying in loops around the sternest scarecrow

Once cupid hit me with his burning arrow

He lit the lava in my churning marrow

So when I'm tested I remember I've been blessed

With that tender ember resting left of center in my chest

And yes, if you fuck with us you'll see my game face

Cause no matter who you pray to when you say grace

And no matter where you come from in this great space

Every single person is escaping from the same place

So if you got a flame that's blazing hot within

Take a deep breath and feed it oxygen

I'll never it die I'll never it die …So I was really interested and loved folk music, and then when I was in seventh grade, in the fall of 1963, I started getting interested in politics. This was about a year after my dad died, and I think it was a real way to connect with him… with my memories of him…

I'll never it die I'll never it die Tore the pages from their Torahs. Hurled torches at their doors

So they departed Polish ports and boarded boats to court the green lady with that copper torch who rose up gorgeous off the shore

Endured that stormy weather for me

Ellis Island, hellish journey

Maggots in the hard barley

Some shot off their own toes so they couldn't be forced to march in the Tsar's army

Bodies pitched in ditches, singed and bludgeoned

Burned the children in the ovens by the dozens

Burned the witches in New England by the coven

They burn the different ones, so clutch your cousins close

Cause such is life, it's cuts and strife, stitches, punches, knives and hungry crows

Nothing guarantees survival

And we won't stop this terror sticking flowers in the barrels of their rifles

We fight the hatred with the light

And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag

We won't surrender

We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag