An Pierlé

An Pierlé - The Days Of Pearly Spencer songtekst

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A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun

Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on

Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won

You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
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Auteur: David McWilliams

Componist: ?

Publisher: [PIAS] Recordings

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2008

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Singles & Rarities/Live In Brussels, Paris & Hamburg (2008)

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