Paroles The Tramps Of Taro Sound de Quasar Wut-wut
- Note /5 basée sur 0 avis.
- Artiste: Quasar Wut-wut37793
- Chanson: The Tramps Of Taro Sound
- Langue:
Les chansons similaires
Hallowed Ground de Alarm (The)
Well the docks lie crippled In the northem towns The boys have all gone away Trying to find work down south And mister I walk in the valley of the shadow Won't someone have mercy on my soul On my soul,...
Sailing Ships de Whitesnake
(David Coverdale & Adrian Vandenberg) Do you remember Standing on the shore, Head in the clouds, Your pockets filled with dreams Bound for glory On the seven seas of life, But, the ocean is deeper than...
She Took The Wind From His Sails de George Strait
Outer banks of North Carolina Lies a sleepy harbor town Generations of old sailors Dropped their sails and settled down Sam he is a young seafarer Grandson of a sailmaker's daughter Today he's gonna take...
Fire Tonight de Information Society
Well, there's a hot wind blowing tonight in the east, And I heard that the park is filled tonight with police. On the radio there's nothing but a man saying to stay inside. Well, I remember what you said...
Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore de The High Kings
So, fare the well My own true love I think of you night and day. Fare well to old Ireland Good bye to you balastrant No time to look back Facing the wind Fighting the waves May heaven protect...
Textes et Paroles de The Tramps Of Taro Sound
The Tramps of Taro Sound
Sit and watch the wind
Running ships aground.
They give no warning cries,
But they charge no fare
So, I guess it's alright.
Living off the spoils of the war,
I sold my wife and children
For a trench along the shore.
As the ships go down,
No one talks about
The other side of town...
They're handing trophies out to all young things
Who can distract their country for the King,
And keep the vultures occupied.
Over in the reservoir
Another debutante
Is readied for his grand departure.
The Elders of the Last Regime
Watch from the wings
And make sure that every exit's covered.
Then they fill him with slaughterhouse gin
And forty counts of brine
In memory of the Wheezing Ulcers.
As he sails into the sound,
There are no holidays
On the other side of town...
After we've had our fun
And the spoils are long gone,
Can't shake the phlegm of paranoia.
The wind rails and screams
As we try to keep our ship
Together at the seams.
But it soon disintegrates
And we see their throbbing eyes
Watching from the banks.
They gave no warning cries,
But they charged no fare -
So, I guess it's alright
-
- Nouvelles paroles :
- Le lit sauvage - Quand vint la grâce - Vive les tamalous - Après les Drapeaux - L'age des possibles - DON'T STOP JAMMIN'
-
- Nouveaux artistes :
- Sébastien PERRIN - Dominique Fidanza - BIGA*RANX - Albert Babin - Guylaine et Celine Royer - Caroline Levasseur
-
- Meilleur classement :
- Comme un boomerang - La nuit je mens - Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère - Céline - La montagne - You Know Who You Are
-
- Retrouvez-nous sur Facebook :
- Autres paroles de Quasar Wut-wut :
- Enola Gay
- March Of The Zug
- Ass-Kissin' Lips
- Oh My Dear
- Little Crimes
- Beaver Fever
- Thankful Hank & The Guzzard
- Echolalia
- Stiletto
- Pulling Yarns
- Voir tous les textes et paroles de Quasar Wut-wut.