sweet home alabama
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don’t need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they’ve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I’m feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor’s true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery’s got the answer
epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying.
A próféták ősi fala
Résein repedez
S a kínzókamra rácsán át
A nap fényt permetez.
Mindahányan szétszakítva,
Ábrándok és rémképek;
Babér égi ága helyén
Csendbe fojtott hörgések.
A sors vaskapui között
Megfogant az idő magja,
Öntözve tettétől annak
Ki tud s nevét tudni hagyja.
Végzetes társ: többet tudni
Ha nincs ki annak határt szab.
Az emberiség sorsa, hogy
Trónt és szobrot az őrült kap.
A káosz sírba taszít, érzem,
Ahogy e repedezett, kusza úton kúszva
Hirtelen feleszméltem.
Derűsen dőlhetsz majd hátra, havas csúcsra ha
Feljutottál egészen.
De holnap még sírni fogok,
Holnap még, félek, sírni fogok
Érzem.
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