window I better give myself a talking to I better work out what I'm going to do Maybe get myself a wife Better get myself a life Instead of these post nuclear talking blues
It's in the water, baby It's in the pills that bring you down It's in the water, baby It's in your bag of golden brown It's in the water, baby It's in
I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out Trying hard to feel doubt My book dropped to the ground At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down But
You follow it back You follow it all back And then you take my dreams of nothing You regard them all with nothing And through the unknown we go back
Your heart's not the type to go beating by itself Lyrics aside, then let it beat for someone else Don't let your heart do the talking for your mind You
There is no time I don't mind around you All things must pass away, all things have memories Closer than their living day, no time I don't mind around
I'll meet you outside the city halls I'll be standing on the steps of the hall I'll be waving 'til I find you You said, "Be there or be square And meet
I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten As I use them These are the same words that let me be forgiven The minute I choose them So I won't try,
We've gone post electric I've written down the concept It's casual to deny Along sentimental lines A little bronze age eclectic And born for the first
You take my life away You take my life away You take my life away Life away, life away To break my life away To break my life away To break my life away
It's all the little things Descending in the hope for what tomorrow brings Depending what you wear and what you choose to sing But slumped forward on
And the moon brings us back I'm going back over to the islands In between your smiles There's a clue whether to scream or be silent And the wind blows
That age old look is in your face It's been there awhile Tries not to say That you've had your day But you have a faith That looks both ways The look
words and music by Arlo Guthrie Sitting down on a country fence post Sitting down watchin' trucks roll by Sitting down under the light of day now You
It's in the water baby It's in the pills that bring you down It's in the water baby It's in your bag of golden brown It's in the water baby It's
Übersetzung: Guthrie, Arlo. Fence Post Blues.
Übersetzung: Placebo. Post Blue.
