Video (letra) : "Stop for a minute" - K'naan ft keane

Los chicos de Keane, una banda inglesa de piano rock y rock alternativo, han lanzado un nuevo single "Stop for a minute" que se desprende de su más reciente producción discográfica titulada "Night Train", el cual seerá publicado en formato digital y en Cd el próximo 10 de mayo.

Para la grabación del tema, asi como para la filmación del video, la banda Kean cuenta con la participación del famoso autor de la cancion himno de la copa mundial K'Naan.

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Tema: "Stop for a minute"

Artista: Keane

Álbum: Night Train

Some days, feels my soul has left my body
Feel I’m floating high above me
Like I’m looking down upon me

Start sinking, everytime I get to thinking
It’s easier to keep on moving
Never stop to let the truth in

Sometimes I feel like it’s all been done
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
Sometimes I wanna change everything I’ve ever done
Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don’t wanna know
And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice floe

I feel like a thief who has no faith
Maybe more than by the grade
Of the drugs you took that day

Sinking in the pain he’s been inflicting
Yet he’s feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope’s to blame

Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
Sometimes I wanna shout out ‘til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things really I don’t wanna know
And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m child and so wherever you go
I will follow

(rap)
One… yeah…
And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles
You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls
You know me, I gave you more than you can handle
But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it
No more females? Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal
It’s like Eve with the apple,
A priest in the chapel
Overcome by the devil’s tackle
I’m still shackling the bad til I know

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don’t wanna know

So I guess I’m just a fiend
Consumed by the scene

And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice floe

The stage and the screens
Where it’s just me and Keane