Paroles de la chanson Pennywhistle par Augie March
Auteurs: Francesca Richards
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Music Publishing (Australia) Pty Limited
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Paroles de la chanson Pennywhistle par Augie March
Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way
I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay
A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future
Before the scales fell away
A vision of the future looking more than just okay
A good feeling, yes, just a good feeling
And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again
So I hollered up to Jill
Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning
I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay
A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future
Before the scales fell away
A vision of the future looking more than just okay
A good feeling, yes, just a good feeling
And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again
So I hollered up to Jill
Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning
My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year
But you know I'm not counting
I dreamed you like you dreamed me
Oh, the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea
What a strange feeling, yes, it's a strange feeling
And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again
Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me
The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry
So I build from the charnel, the ale house
But you know I'm not counting
I dreamed you like you dreamed me
Oh, the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea
What a strange feeling, yes, it's a strange feeling
And it only happens now and then
Out of the mouth of a black dog
Out of the terrors of 3 a.m.
Out of the dark and whispering fen
I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again
Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me
The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry
So I build from the charnel, the ale house
I build from the tomb a palace of dreams
That old barren rock face got silver seams for a miner of middling means
Singing poems of dissolution and schemes
My penny whistles, lo
Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill
The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill
Impotent as a potato but still pleading, give it up Mary
But not by degrees
A portrait of Jack, a study in sin
Well, I knew of myself before I knew of him
Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking
Give it up Mary but not by degrees
Give it up Mary, your virtue, please
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
That old barren rock face got silver seams for a miner of middling means
Singing poems of dissolution and schemes
My penny whistles, lo
Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill
The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill
Impotent as a potato but still pleading, give it up Mary
But not by degrees
A portrait of Jack, a study in sin
Well, I knew of myself before I knew of him
Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking
Give it up Mary but not by degrees
Give it up Mary, your virtue, please
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
I was blind then, blind again
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
Oh, what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth
And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?
My penny whistles low
Into the mouth of a black dog, I go
Into the terrors of 3 a.m., I go
Into the dark and whispering fen, I go
Oh, what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth
And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?
My penny whistles low
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