[miitai1]

a мне нечего делать, алалал

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The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Do not dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And sold and bought again
The dove is never free.

So ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
The signs were sent:
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Ah the widowhood
Of every government,
Signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Courtesy of lyricshall.com
Sing their prayers out loud.
Oh they've summoned up, summoned up
A thundercloud
And they're going to hear from me.

So ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts
There is no sum
You can strike up the march,
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee.

So ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
How the light gets in.

There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
How the light gets in.
How the light gets in.

я как-то упустил этот трек, что странно. но он мне нравится.

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I wanna be a witchman…

No one will wear my silver ring

Poor little turtle dove
Sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?

I got hogs in the pen
And corn to feed them on
And all I want is someone
Who will feed them when
I’m dead and gone
Feed them when I’m dead
And gone

‘Cos I know I’m not going to marry in the fall
And I’m not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring boy

Poor little turtle dove
Sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?

So I went up to this mountain
To give my horn a blow
And all the boys in the valley said
Yonder comes my beau
Yonder comes my beau

‘Cos I know I’m not going to marry in the fall
And I’m not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, boy

But who will feed them when I’m
Dead and gone?

тут я уже просто кончил радугой, да. Флоренс и Патрик же! Мне нравится, как сочетаются их голоса :3

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If the world is wearying,
You'll sing, sing, sing.
If the day is darkening on you,
Sing, sing, sing.

Sing, from the bottom of your heart.
Sing, blossom every broken part.
Sing.
[Come on] Sing, sing, sing.

If death is seducing you,
You must sing, sing, sing.
If the bully is conquering,
You must sing, sing, sing.

[Come on],
Sing, from the bottom of your heart.
Sing, blossom every broken part.
Sing, sing, sing.
Do not let them win, but sing, sing.

If poison is addicting,
You sing, sing [sing, sing].
There need not be an audience,
For what you sing, sing, sing.

Just sing, from the bottom of your heart.
Sing, blossom every broken part.
[Sing, sing, sing]
Do not let them win [sing, sing, sing].

If your voice is vanishing.
If your life is shortening.
[ah, you must sing, sing]
[ah sing, sing, sing]

а это одна из моих музыкальных мантр.