Songtext zu 'Guns Are The Tongues' von Richard Thompson
Möchtest du den Text von Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson kennen? Du bist am richtigen Ort.
Wenn du lange nach dem Text des Liedes Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson gesucht hast, fang an, deine Stimme aufzuwärmen, denn du wirst nicht aufhören können, es zu singen.
Liebst du das Lied Guns Are The Tongues? Kannst du nicht ganz verstehen, was es sagt? Brauchst du den Text von Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson? Du befindest dich am Ort, der die Antworten auf deine Sehnsüchte hat.
Carrie ran a murderous crew
Dedicated through and through
And the chance to prove
They never squandered
And they liked to kill so clean
Save the innocent, kill the mean
But from time to time,
A bullet wandered
Carrie kept her souvenirs
Kept her scrapbook down the years
Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it
And a few fell by the way
Or lost the stomach for the fray
So young blood was always needed
Carrie noticed him right away
The way his whole body would sway
Like a trawler boy
Finding his legs ashore
They said he was just nineteen
A head case but his record was clean
Just the kind
They were looking for
Carrie watched him through the crack
As they teased him behind his back
They called him little joe
'cos he scraped the ceiling
And when he was the worse for wear
She took him up the stair
And soon he fell
For her brand of healing
She said, i'll lie like a rose on your pillow
Let me twine the laurel in your hair
I want to smell my love on your fingers
If you want to be mine, little joe
You must harden your mind, little joe
We've got to fight for what is ours
Bring peace to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my mother
Little joe
There's a roadblock down the way
Thick with soldiers night and day
They'll hear the noise
All the way to glengarry
If you show you've got the stuff
That you're sworn and brave enough
Then you'll stand tall
In the eyes of your carrie
And i will lie like a rose on your pillow
And i'll twine the laurel in your hair
I want to smell revenge on your fingers
Guns are the tongues, little joe
The only words we know
The only sound that'll reach their ears
Bring peace to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my mother
Little joe
Now little joe would've jumped clear
But for the awful fear
Of scraping his knees there on the gravel
The car was a rolling bomb
Blew all to kingdom come
They marvelled how far
His boots had travelled
Another hero snatched from my pillow
I used to twine the laurel in his hair
I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers
Guns are the tongues, little joe
The only words we know
The only sound that'll reach their ears
Bring peace to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my mother
Little joe
Escuchar "Guns Are The Tongues" gratis en Amazon Unlimited
Otras canciones de Richard Thompson
Wenn uns ein Lied wirklich gefällt, wie es bei dir mit Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson der Fall sein könnte, möchten wir es singen können, während wir den Text gut kennen.
Etwas, das öfter passiert, als wir denken, ist, dass Leute den Text von Guns Are The Tongues suchen, weil es ein Wort im Lied gibt, das sie nicht ganz verstehen und sicherstellen möchten, was es sagt.
Streitest du mit deinem Partner, weil ihr verschiedene Dinge versteht, wenn ihr Guns Are The Tongues hört? Den Text des Liedes Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson zur Hand zu haben, kann viele Streitigkeiten beilegen, und wir hoffen, dass es so sein wird.
Es ist wichtig zu beachten, dass Richard Thompson in Live-Konzerten nicht immer oder wird nicht immer treu zum Text des Liedes Guns Are The Tongues sein... Es ist also besser, sich auf das zu konzentrieren, was das Lied Guns Are The Tongues auf der Platte sagt.
Wir hoffen, dass wir dir mit dem Text des Liedes Guns Are The Tongues von Richard Thompson geholfen haben.