sans cesse
popwar
lundi 1 décembre 2008
Dragon - Sunset Rubdown
I'm sorry i late
I went blind
I got confetti in my eyes
I was held up at yesterdays parties
I was needed on the congo line
But my dear, oh my dear
I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple years
Cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet
So this one's for the "cooks"
And their disappointed mothers
For cheapening down the "arts"
And throwing "?" at each other
There's no such thing as a saint
And there's such things as a sinner
Whoa-oa-oa
There's a swan amongst the pigeons on Barcelona's floor
There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
If you are sharpening your scissors I am sharpening my scissors
I am sharpening my sword
So you can take me to the dragon's lair
Or you can take me to Rapunzil's windowsill
Either way it is time
For a bigger kind of kill
Bigger kind of kill
I see your face when I close my eyes
I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
To the occasion of catching things that fall
Like the statue of some "?"
"?"
But I have "navigated" Iceland
Down one side of Portugal
I have seen into the wasteland
Of the future
Of the future
Of the future of us all
"?" country
"?" it is my fault
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Seen from the back of a train
I rode away from your station
They drifted in the air
Like memoirs of old conversations
Sprung from a leather case
You opened in the wind
To watch the papers chase each other
Into oblivion
You are the champion
You're such a champion
I hide behind your sun
You are the champion
You're such a champion
You're such a champion
I hide behind your sun
You are the champion
You're such a champion
You're such a champion
I hide behind your sun
You are the champion
So you can take me to dragons lair
Whoa-oa-oa
You can take me to Rapunzil's lair
Whoa-oa-oa
Either way it is time, it is time
For a bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill kill kill kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill
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