David McWilliams - Days of Pearly Spencer (1967 Irish Psychedelia) | Текст песни

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• Days of Pearly Spencer (1967 Irish Psychedelia)

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks that leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shun.

Chorus:
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing at the swollen mass
On conrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering, they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass has gone

Chorus:
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

Chorus:
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ahh Ahh Ahh
The race is almost run

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