«When I had my fill and tasted every kill,
There was nothing left to do but my own mother's will
I had heard tale of a place where the devils walked in pair
And men like me where needed to thin the growing crowd.
I came upon a shabby town, full of bitter men.
Where carved onto a crumblin' sign it read: Welcome to the end.
For a dollar you could buy a girl of every possible design.
But I couldn't find no decent man, of a heart spoken kind.
Whisky was for supper and I made a mess of my brother,
When we'll meet you'll see, I'll destroy everything of beauty.
[...]
My arms were tired and my feet were cold,
All that was left to do was to get back on the road.
We were left alone, left alone, every king on his lonely throne,
We were left alone, left alone, every king on his lonely throne».
Rum Brave, Murder by Death.
There was nothing left to do but my own mother's will
I had heard tale of a place where the devils walked in pair
And men like me where needed to thin the growing crowd.
I came upon a shabby town, full of bitter men.
Where carved onto a crumblin' sign it read: Welcome to the end.
For a dollar you could buy a girl of every possible design.
But I couldn't find no decent man, of a heart spoken kind.
Whisky was for supper and I made a mess of my brother,
When we'll meet you'll see, I'll destroy everything of beauty.
[...]
My arms were tired and my feet were cold,
All that was left to do was to get back on the road.
We were left alone, left alone, every king on his lonely throne,
We were left alone, left alone, every king on his lonely throne».
Rum Brave, Murder by Death.
7 commentaires:
Hmm. Ça va? T'as bien dormi?
Ça va très bien :)
Mais au bout de 3 écoutes de la même tounes, qui est assez festive, je me suis mis à écouter les paroles.
Un hypocondriaque à qui ont dit qu'il est malade pour vrai se met d'habitude à se sentir vraiment bien.
Je suis pareil, plus on me dit que le monde va mal, plus j'ai envie de bouger, de me battre et de disparaitre dans un grand cri.
Feu et tonerre esti. Feu et Tonerre.
J'aime ton attitude. On est jeune et plein de sucre, le monde nous appartient.
oui! plein de sucre et bon à sucer!
comme les bonbons en papillotes.
you're such a naughty boy.
Ben crisse...
Murder by death, murder by death, kessé côlisse?
Ça me reviens d'un coup, sur le live d'against me, "Marci à Murder by death!"
Ooh.
J'écoute.
Et pis merci.
C'est ma première fois ici.
Je reviendrai.
Hello Gomeux, tu peux te coller où tu veux!
Je viens tout juste de découvrir Murder by Death, c'est pas égal, mais ça mérite une mention quand même!
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