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Ben Caplan - Stranger
Stranger
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When I was a child, my mother would tuck me into bed
And each night as she kissed me, these are the words that she said:
She said don't go to bed with stranger, don't play with the dead
Always keep your wits sharp, like an axe inside the shed
When I was just a school a schoolboy, my father, he spoke unto me
He said, boychick, my son, don't trust anyone, and remember that nothing is free
And the world is full of strangers. The world is full of dread.
The world is full of sharpned wits, and millions of tears you will shed.
When I was a young man, my professor at University said:
Advice is corrupting
Don't ever be trusting
Don't show your emotion
Human suffering is an ocean
And it's dark at the bottom of the sea
And there's no such thing as a stranger
We're all equally backwards and wrong
Sharpen axes not wits
Bones are broken by sticks
And you'll never be free 'till you're strong
Well young men grow older
And the world gets colder
Though it never was warm to begin
Don't let down your guard
For the reaper works hard
And he will not take pause till you're dead.
Well, now I am old and I'm rusty
My troubles like sand on the beach
They can't be calculated
I always have waited
For something just out of reach.
And I to myself am a stranger
My heart is of iron and lead
My world is resounding
With miseries abounding
There's only one thing to be said.
And each night as she kissed me, these are the words that she said:
She said don't go to bed with stranger, don't play with the dead
Always keep your wits sharp, like an axe inside the shed
When I was just a school a schoolboy, my father, he spoke unto me
He said, boychick, my son, don't trust anyone, and remember that nothing is free
And the world is full of strangers. The world is full of dread.
The world is full of sharpned wits, and millions of tears you will shed.
When I was a young man, my professor at University said:
Advice is corrupting
Don't ever be trusting
Don't show your emotion
Human suffering is an ocean
And it's dark at the bottom of the sea
And there's no such thing as a stranger
We're all equally backwards and wrong
Sharpen axes not wits
Bones are broken by sticks
And you'll never be free 'till you're strong
Well young men grow older
And the world gets colder
Though it never was warm to begin
Don't let down your guard
For the reaper works hard
And he will not take pause till you're dead.
Well, now I am old and I'm rusty
My troubles like sand on the beach
They can't be calculated
I always have waited
For something just out of reach.
And I to myself am a stranger
My heart is of iron and lead
My world is resounding
With miseries abounding
There's only one thing to be said.
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Ben Caplan Edytuj metrykę |
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Ben Caplan |
| Rok wydania: |
2011 |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Ben Caplan |
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In The Time Of The Great Remembering |