Augie March - The Offer | Текст песни

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• Augie March
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This is a song, not like the other ones
secret and selfish and somewhat hollow.
In the middle of this song there seemed to grow another
Of indeterminate length and origin.
To populate a people's song, first you must do something wrong,
if you've never been infirm you can never be strong.

Prune your rose bushes Djamila,
Or you'll never see your home again

Country and city, kingdom of the well of the unwell.
You dwell in them both like a ghost -
When old king george said to my long dead kin
?Ten summers and winters and arthur will do him in?
He cut out his heart and he buried the sin there in England

Prune your rose bushes Luis,
Oh they'll soon grow up again
There may still be a next year, who knows?
If you're lonely take a drink, there are better things to think
Think on ancient cities, sunsets, and girls in spring

You needed a song, I needed one too
So keep listening
FOR MY OFFER TO YOU
Take it with good grace and humour too

First came the golden age
When there was no need of proof
When lions ate flowers and your house
didn't need a roof
Then came the silver days
When a boy saw himself for the first time
In the reflection of a blade
then he saw the way
To populate a people's song
First he must do something wrong
If you've never heard the music you never will

Prune your rose bushes Billy and Toby
So they'll soon grow up again
There may still be a next year, who knows?
If you're lonely take a drink
There are better things to think
Think on ancient cities, sunsets, and girls in spring
Because all the tears that you mend
They will open up again
And weren't you supposed to call your friends this evening?
It rained all night the day I left the weather it was fine

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