Song | The 33rd Of August |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Blessed Are... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Newbury | |
Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone | |
Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
there's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
But he can see what they cant understand. | |
(CHORUS) | |
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down | |
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled |
zuo ci : Newbury | |
Today, there' s no salvation, the band' s packed up and gone | |
Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
there' s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
But he can see what they cant understand. | |
CHORUS | |
Its the thirtythird of August and I' m finally touching down | |
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
But now I' ve got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
Not all my Godlike thoughts, Lord, were defiled |
zuò cí : Newbury | |
Today, there' s no salvation, the band' s packed up and gone | |
Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
there' s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
But he can see what they cant understand. | |
CHORUS | |
Its the thirtythird of August and I' m finally touching down | |
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
But now I' ve got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
Not all my Godlike thoughts, Lord, were defiled |