Beyoncé – AMERIICAN REQUIEM Lyrics

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AMERIICAN REQUIEM Lyrics

[Intro]
Nothin’ really is
For things to say the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play pretend
American Requiem, yeah
The men ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah)
Amen

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of talkin’ goin’ on
While I sing my song
Can you hear me?
I said, “Do you hear me?”

[Post-Chorus]
Looker there, looker there, now
Looker there, looker there
Looker-looker, looker there, looker there
Looker-looker, looker there, looker there
Looker-looker, looker there, looker there (Oh, yeah)
Looker-looker, looker there, looker there

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of chatter in here
But let me make myself clear (Oh)
Can you hear me? (Huh)
Or, do you fear me? (Wow)

[Verse 1]
Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (Ow)
Covered in peace and love, y’all
Oh, a lot of takin’ up space
Salty tears beyond my gaze
Can you stand me?
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Ooh, ah
And we’ll stand
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?
Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can you stand with me?

[Chorus]
Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind
Now ain’t the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in

[Bridge]
Take me to myself (To myself)
It’s a lot of talkin’ goin’ on (Oh)
While I sing my song (Yeah)
Do you hear me when I say I—?
Do you hear me when I say I—?

[Post-Chorus]
Looker there, looker there
Looker, look
Looker-looker-looker-looker-looker
Looker-looker there, looker there
L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looker there
Oh, looker there, looker there
Looker there, looker there
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

[Chorus]
Can we stand for something? (Can we stand for something?)
Now is the time to face the wind
Now ain’t the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in (To let love in)
Together, can we stand?

[Verse 2]
Looker there, liquor in my hand
The grandbaby of a Mucha Man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got whole god dammned [?] rooted in Louisiana
They used to say I spoke, “Too country”
Then the rejection came, said I wasn’t, “Country enough”
Said I wouldn’t saddle up, but
If that ain’t country, tell me, what is?
Tread my bare feet on solid ground for years
They don’t, don’t know how hard I had to fight for this
When I sing my song

[Outro]
(When I sing my song, oh, they go ham)
(When the angels come and take my hand)
(Oh, no)
Goodbye to what has been
Pretty house that we never settled in
A funeral for fair-weather friends
I am the one that cleansed me of my father sins
American Requiem
The men ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah)
Amen