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Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch - Needle of Death
Needle of Death
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When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to 'scape your misery
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
How strange, your happy words
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once had walked among
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Your mother stands a'cryin'
While to the earth your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Through ages, man's desires
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all who live
That death itself is freedom for evermore
And your troubled young life
Will make you turn
To a needle of death
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to 'scape your misery
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
How strange, your happy words
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once had walked among
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Your mother stands a'cryin'
While to the earth your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Through ages, man's desires
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all who live
That death itself is freedom for evermore
And your troubled young life
Will make you turn
To a needle of death
Dodaj adnotację do tego tekstu » Historia edycji tekstu
| Tekst: |
Bert Jansch Edytuj metrykę |
|---|---|
| Muzyka: |
Bert Jansch |
| Rok wydania: |
1965 |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Bert Jansch |
| Covery: |
Julie Felix 1965, Alex Campbell GB 1967, Kenny Rankin 1969, Ian and Sylvia 1971 |
| Płyty: |
Bert Jansch - Bert Jansch (LP, 1965), Lucky Thirteen (LP, 1966), L.A. Turnaround (LP, 1974), Sketches (CD, 1990), Just A Simple Soul (2x LP, compil., 2018) |