The Crock Of Gold - The Tossers

The Crock Of Gold - The Tossers

Альбом
Gloatin' and Showboatin': Live On St. Patrick's Day
Год
2008
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
353330

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The Crock Of Gold

The Tossers

We’ll live out our lives on this dirty old street

Only because we just can’t compete

But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names

Just like the people before, when they reached

The distant shore with their drink and their dance

And their dreams and sincere aims

Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare

With their offspring staring at me for they are still there

Dreams that are dead and lives not realized

Why did we write our names in these streets

To show we’re alive?

Well, Chicago is my home and I’ll never want to roam

To live on any sun swept distant shore

Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered

And I sing the songs that they all sang before

Well, any woman that’s neared me

Has been repelled most thoroughly

Still I’m a lover God, I am foremost of all

A musician that’s my call of high degree professional

But I’m afraid I do not know my trade at all

And if it’s every twenty years

Some small relief to me appears

Then the crock of gold will wait until that day

To defend myself no more

Lay the shield of anger at my door

And the sword of alcohol will stow away

All the people in our town are overworked and broken down

Begging cheques but it’s just not enough they’re giving

Crying quietly, living life so desperately

That something has to make this life worth living

Real life is only a timeline

And the excitement holds the short times

It will never measure up to what TV sells as great

All the drunken jokes and views

Exciting pubs they tell the news

But the exciting pats, well, they just weren’t all that great

I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight

So we decided we would hold it for awhile

But she would not love me, so inside me finally said

«It's not your fault.»

But I would like love if only for a while

Well, it’s on and on I’ve seen, yeah that’s how it’s always been

And how it will be as ever on I go

Oh, but ever on I will

Through all the banal times until I find some

Place to me that seems like home

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