Pearl Jam - Given To Fly [single] (1998) by Pearl Jam (보컬) on maniadb.com

He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out.
A bad time nothing could save him.
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out.
He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles.
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree.
The wind rose up set him down on his knee.
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw.
Deliver him wings, ″Hey look at me now!″
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor.
Oh, power, oh. He′s flying whole. High, wide, oh.

He floated back down cause he wanted to share.
This key to the locks, on the chains, he saw everywhere.
But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men.
Well fuckers, he still stands.
And he still gets his love he just gives it away.
The love he receives is the love that is saved.
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky.
A human being that was given to fly.
I′m flying, oh. High flying, oh.
He′s flying, oh. High, oh, oh.

Pilate


talk of circles, and punching out
looking in, drawing circles down
falling off the south marking ground
talking out of turn, drawing circles down
like pilate, I have a dog
like pilate, I have a dog
walks me out of town
still, one's a crowd
making angels in the dirt
looking up, looking all around
like pilate, I have a dog
(obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
like pilate, I have a dog
(obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
stunned by my own reflection
it's looking back, sees me too clearly
and I swore, I'd never go there again
not unlike a friend that
politely drags you down, you down, you down, you down
like pilate, I have a dog
(obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
like pilate, I have a dog
(obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
like pilate, I have a dog
(obeys, listens, kisses, loves)

I know about a man to whom I may be related, he's leatherman.
Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman.
Covered with leather, but it wasn't tight.
Underneath the moon in the woods at night...

Makin' the rounds ten miles a day,
Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say...
"Here he comes, he's a man of the land.
He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
He's leatherman."

Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread."

So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded,
Just like a man of leather whom I may be related.

Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light,
I thought he'd be an animal, but so polite.

Makin' the rounds ten miles a day.
Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say...
"Here he comes, he's a man of the land, he's leatherman.
Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
He's leatherman."

Shake his hand he's leatherman.
Bake some bread he's leatherman.
Shame he's dead. I saw his bed,
It's all that's left of leatherman.

Give me some skin, leatherman.