Ameriican requiem – Beyoncé

Nothin’ really ends
For things to stay the same they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play pretend
American Requiem
The big ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah)
Amen

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

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

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)

Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (Ow)
Coming 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?

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

Thinkin’ to myself (Thinkin’ to myself)
It’s a lot of talkin’ goin’ on (Oh)
While I sing my song (Yeah)
Do you hear me when I say?
Do you hear me when I say? Ah

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?)

Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (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?

Looker there, liquor in my hand
The grandbaby of a moonshine man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got folks down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana
They used to say I spoke “too country”
Then the Rejection Kings said I wasn’t “country ‘nough”
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

(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 to cleanse me of my father’s sins
American Requiem
Them big ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah)
Amen