Portugal The Man

Bad Bad Levi Brown

Portugal The Man


If I were a bear, I'd be the greatest of all 
With a speech like god so dark and foreboding 
Standing up tall from the top of that hill 
I'd growl up your fears from down below 
They're restless spinning around 
Twisting hungry spitting tongues are restless 
In the form of the god that's speaking out 

Laying bricks, growing walls, clicking stone 
And the sound that's awful in our ears 
Forcing sprouts and speaking out 

Like a carpenter 
Like these weathermen 
Like my brother 
These hands they never sleep 
Like the foundation 
Like the frames that meet 
Like these builders 

If I were a god I'd be the greatest of all 
With a speech so soft that loud it would kill you 
Standing up tall from the top of that hill 
I'd shout out commands to down below 
They are restless tangled mess protests burned 
And ears that bleed in rivers through the pipes 
That heat your homes and families' plates