笨小笨The Dissertation歌词由Amelie Patterson演唱，出自专辑《Napoleon》，下面是《The Dissertation》完整版歌词！
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At 14 in a moment of insecurity
My mom came to me and said
“Am, be beautiful if it’s what you want.
the world can always use more beauty”
She said;
“But be smart first.
Because no one will give you the benefit of the doubt.
They shout that you fit
A standard and it
Has been pandered to women since before you were a thought”.
She said;
“You live in a breakable, takeable body.
One that gets more profitable each day.
Pilot this world as a woman with a voice.
Don’t settle for lesser or be the second choice.
Have something to say”.
Believe me I’ve never been at a loss for words
But I’m not as brave as my mother
So for a while I roared forward
Singing other people’s stories, and some just made up
because I wanted so badly relate
To feeling so big your caution deflates
And your vocal chords slam
lungs collapse and expand
I mistook it for rage at the age, as many 14 year olds do.
I lived in privileged town
Charged with a childish the need to impress
and given every opportunity to go to university
it never occurred to me that I would do anything less
So I began to learn
I learned that we live in a collapsible yet expanding universe
And let me be the first
To say that we can talk about the speed of light any day
So long as it is in a vacuum and we are both in constant motion
The notion that an impressive title could replace human connection
Was a lie I told myself my entire degree
I went so far as to make it my identity
You see – the truth is I am an excellent imposter
And an excellent parrot
But there merit to learning that you can fail
at something that you don’t want to do
So you may as well try for the thing you want most.
So I took a step back
And I began to try
I tied a few notes to words
And felt first how the universe can collapse and expand
And the thing is I’m always late,
I let the stars determine my fate
I’ve been known to procrastinate,
And even I have to admit,
I live in the mind of an artist
One who tried her hardest to be anything and everything else
It took me time to see the value of art in the layers of humanity
To see it's a continuous line, a cosine wave
Where the ups and downs can only be compared because we are both in constant motion
And the notion
That a number can replace the value of human connection
Is a lie we tell ourselves to create scarcity out of something universal
You see I live beyond my means
And money is one thing
But value is another
And its funny how something
Can be so commonly consumed and we’re still blind to its worth
I get it,
sometimes out of frustration I want to shake down Spotify
until I hear Ching ching
But I don’t want to be bitter
Because the FOREST becomes a very different place, if the birds refuse to sing
And I don’t ever want my corner of the forest to quiet.
Because music is a life-line in a lifetime.
From the moment an infant claps her hands
Its sound and motion
And the notion that art is an app or luxury
Rather than integral to our history
Is a lie whether or not we pay for it
How else are supposed to navigate feeling in love
failing at love
prevailing at love
unrequited of
How else would we focus out senses to release our emotions?
And how ever would we navigate the big ones, like grief?
You see we live on a Cartesian plain
And sometimes cars just drift into the oncoming lane
When resounding crash settles
The world won’t ever be the same
The music of her name
Charged with the need to express the pain
And beauty of holding your loved ones near
Art is integral to love and grief is the last form of love you can give
I take a step back
And I begin to see the way
At every choice, I hear my mothers voice
Have something to say
I stand Triangulated between two points, music and connection
I think the distance is actually just commitment
And I am not lost
Its there in the collapse and expand
Of my heart as no matter what my title is ill still make art
And ill do so honestly in my noisy little part of the forest
And I begin to sing
It’s the closest that I’ll ever be to something else outside of me, See i’ve been
Listening for A deeper call, and when I learn to hear it all, I’ll call back
And I begin to sing
And I begin to sing
