Paroles de la chanson There's Something At The Bottom Of The Black Pool 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 There's Something At The Bottom Of The Black Pool par Augie March
There's something at the bottom
Of the black pool
I daren't dredge it up
Not while the weather's still cool
It's a feathered thing
Its origins are mixed and untrue
Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker
Now a clove in a black brew
I think of the peacocks of the gorge
And I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo
The unexpected water swept all before it
As it rushed on terrible through
And left them all dead and spread through the park
Amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark
Of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw
Of the black pool
I daren't dredge it up
Not while the weather's still cool
It's a feathered thing
Its origins are mixed and untrue
Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker
Now a clove in a black brew
I think of the peacocks of the gorge
And I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo
The unexpected water swept all before it
As it rushed on terrible through
And left them all dead and spread through the park
Amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark
Of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw
Those strange interruptions don't scare me anymore
Since all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool
I have drowned a conscience or two
There are palm trees and clouds
And the under sides of drowned blues
And sometimes the faces of people I think I knew
I know at one time this thing flew
I have sunk an ambition or two
Now when I think to drink, then I wonder with who
I pretend that I'm sitting in the booth with you
O what a fucking sentence, what a fucking noise
I don't know these girls, I don't trust these boys
And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird
Sings a strange song but it won't be heard
A song to inquire whither went the milk money
Since all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool
I have drowned a conscience or two
There are palm trees and clouds
And the under sides of drowned blues
And sometimes the faces of people I think I knew
I know at one time this thing flew
I have sunk an ambition or two
Now when I think to drink, then I wonder with who
I pretend that I'm sitting in the booth with you
O what a fucking sentence, what a fucking noise
I don't know these girls, I don't trust these boys
And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird
Sings a strange song but it won't be heard
A song to inquire whither went the milk money
While the darling babes of Toorak were a'yowling for their honey
Let's walk up this hill, let's go walking up this hill
The sun is in the middle of the sky
The grass is yellow from being dry
There's music, there's you, many others here and I
Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie
How suddenly still, and though the wind blow
From here we will never leave or go
And but for a will and but for companions
We might go tumbling home below
To a place at the table, to gamble and settle
Make the words amiable and able
Of resting assured, in the breast of that bird
That I sure did not suffer a fool
Since all the while the weather was cool
Let's walk up this hill, let's go walking up this hill
The sun is in the middle of the sky
The grass is yellow from being dry
There's music, there's you, many others here and I
Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie
How suddenly still, and though the wind blow
From here we will never leave or go
And but for a will and but for companions
We might go tumbling home below
To a place at the table, to gamble and settle
Make the words amiable and able
Of resting assured, in the breast of that bird
That I sure did not suffer a fool
Since all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool
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