Представляем точный текст композиции "13 Blues For Thirteen Moons" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста A Silver Mount Zion . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «13 Blues For Thirteen Moons» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую A Silver Mount Zion передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
A Silver Mount Zion - "13 Blues For Thirteen Moons"
Lyrics to 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons : Blackout at the terror trials Its the 6th year of their wars Im pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbour snores But I swear I hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore Theres ravens in the gun trees Theres ravens in the gun trees Theres ravens in the gun trees Theres ravens in the gun trees Singing 'this one by proxy' Singing 'this one by gun' Singing 'this one in water' Singing 'this one in the mud' I live by the railroad I dont get no sleep Four corners resplendent With indie rocks creeps I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action This bright boys getting old This town is too damn cold I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action I just want some action No heroes on my radio No heroes on my radio No heroes on my radio No heroes on my radio The ecnomics of our trembling selves The palsied pit where bad hearts yell Let it be done. Let it be soon... 13 blues for thirteen moons Youre gold of heart And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings This filthy moat In which we swim Is not our fate These stubborn limbs These open hands These wicked winds The hearts of birds keep on thundering Let it fall down. Man, let it be soon... 13 blues for thirteen moons In gated chambers They did meet With cardboards stocking Upon their feet And tattled long Their tattered road And none did ease No others load The leaden lips Of spittled gloom Where leaders lunch On meat and ruin And depth light Have long been truant While our nation shores Go on bleeding into The ocean... Let it fall down. And let it be soon... 13 blues for thirteen moons The hangmans got a hard-on The pretty minstrells sway The pundit reeks of coffin The banker rapes a maid The hangmans got a hard-on The pretty minstrells sway The pundit reeks of coughin The banker rapes a maid We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade We-will-not-sing-at-your-damn-pa-rade We-will-not-sing... [ 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons Lyrics ]
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