Lundi 14 juillet 1 14 /07 /Juil 09:19

J’ai plus de souvenirs que si j’avais mille ans…

En fait avec l’age ils s’estompent,

Et les noms, les odeurs, l’image

Tout se bouscule

Et ne reste que le rire de grands jeunes hommes perdus.

Des pogos sur les rives de la Tamise

Aux fiestas des bords de Loire,

La folle idée d’aller coiffer un béret rouge,

Et disparaître hors des flots sur un navire viking,

En plein cœur de la Phénicie…

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Dédicace à quelques frères punks…

Gotta getaway & Tin soldier

From Stiff Little Fingers !

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He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared
Swapped boy scout hat for army cap
At the age of 17 he was forced to choose
Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22

He joined up for just three years
It seemed a small amount
But they didn't tell him
That the first two didn't count
At the age of 17 how was he to know
That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go?

[Chorus:]
Tin soldier
He signed away his name
Tin soldier
No chance for cash or fame
Tin soldier
Now he knows the truth
Tin soldier
He signed away his youth

He joined up cos Dad knew best
To do right by his son
Now he hates and counts the dates
That mark time on square one
At the age of 17 he did as he was told
Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold

[Chorus]
If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon
At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune

Tin soldiers
You sign away your name
No chance for cash or fame
You never see the truth
You sign away your youth
You go and join the queue
Do what they want you to
They take away your name
They treat you all the same
Sign away you li

Par Baudricourt - Publié dans : CULTURE
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