Melora Creager
Melora Creager - Border Village songtekst
Je score:
In the alpine villiage of Boyence Bare-chested and wearing amulets Three hundred machete-weilding peasants, The three hundred inhabitants, Heard the noises made when icebergs crack It's quite an eerie sound to here the Earth ripping Apart like dat In a village close to the border Demonstrations and rioting can occur with little or no Warning Cheering and youthful pilgrams on the streets by the Millions And a command from her majesty To order our national flowers or virgins To converge at the Luetezieni palace on Sunday So that they can drop their woolen tassles on Monday Beyond a backdrop of banditry and armed rivalry Ingeniusly barbaric machete-weilding peasants Perform victory jigs in idolitry Three sailors were drowned in lake When they became entangled in underwater vegetation Creating murky plume that stretched for miles To a make-shift morgue 'Farewell, Cousin, because here we're frozen' Said Hans Rutie, a successful Swiss corn broker Ander was swept away by a swollen torrent overnight He used to dance at the souveinr shop Between two arrant strips of cloth Media critic, David Shah, dies alone at 62