Παρασκευή, 24 Δεκεμβρίου 2010

ΕΙΣΠΝΟΗ (ΒΑΘΕΙΑ) - ΕΚΠΝΟΗ (ΠΛΗΡΗΣ) ... και βλέπουμε.




She runs through the streets

With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...


Suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand


Still.





The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you got


Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set them free


A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
Silver and gold



His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
(Slappin' 'em down)
One hundred, two hundred.


And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street.
Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan.
Outside, is America
Outside, is America
America.

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