Decemberists lyrics
Decemberists lyrics
"The Legionnaire's Lament Lyrics"
Schundersong Lyrics
du hast mich so oft angespuckt, geschlagen und getreten das war nicht sehr nett von dir, ich hatte nie darum gebeten deine Freunde haben applaudiert, sie fanden es ganz toll wenn du mich verm?belt hast,
i'm a legionnaire
camel in disrepair
hoping for a frigidaire
to come passing by
i am on reprieve
lacking my joie de vivre
missing my gay paris
in this desert dry
and i wrote my girl
told her i would not return
i've terribly taken a turn
for the worse now I fear
its been a year or more
since they shipped me to this foreign shore
fighting
du hast mich so oft angespuckt, geschlagen und getreten das war nicht sehr nett von dir, ich hatte nie darum gebeten deine Freunde haben applaudiert, sie fanden es ganz toll wenn du mich verm?belt hast,
i'm a legionnaire
camel in disrepair
hoping for a frigidaire
to come passing by
i am on reprieve
lacking my joie de vivre
missing my gay paris
in this desert dry
and i wrote my girl
told her i would not return
i've terribly taken a turn
for the worse now I fear
its been a year or more
since they shipped me to this foreign shore
fighting
Light The Black Flame Lyrics
Darkness fall over my cold northland Winds of purest ice Blow over the fatherland of forest and might Light dies down, as it's death is at hand Coniferous Forest borne down by snow in a foreign war
so far away from my home
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again
medicating in the sun
pinched doses of laudanum
longing for old fecundity
Darkness fall over my cold northland Winds of purest ice Blow over the fatherland of forest and might Light dies down, as it's death is at hand Coniferous Forest borne down by snow
so far away from my home
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again
medicating in the sun
pinched doses of laudanum
longing for old fecundity
My Opening Farewell Lyrics
A lady stands before an open window Staring so far away She can almost feel the southern wind blow Almost touching her restless day She turns from her window to me
of my homeland
curses to this mirage!
a bottle of ancient shiraz
a smattering of distant applause
is ringing in my poor ears
on the old left bank
my baby in a charabanc
riding up the width and length
of the Champs Elysees
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of ca
A lady stands before an open window Staring so far away She can almost feel the southern wind blow Almost touching her restless day She turns from her window to me
of my homeland
curses to this mirage!
a bottle of ancient shiraz
a smattering of distant applause
is ringing in my poor ears
on the old left bank
my baby in a charabanc
riding up the width and length
of the Champs Elysees
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of ca
Going To The Country (3:12) Lyrics
(From the album "Bruce Cockburn") Look out the window, what do I see? cows hangin' out under spreading trees. ZOOM! they're gone behind the sign white letters pointing to the long white liners
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again..
(From the album "Bruce Cockburn") Look out the window, what do I see? cows hangin' out under spreading trees. ZOOM! they're gone behind the sign white letters pointing to the long white line
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again
if only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again..