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All the Little Bourgeois Dreams

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Fine di ogni “sogno piccolo-borghese”…
All is what it seems
It means just what it means
The sky is blue and the grass is green
In all the little bourgeois dreams

Will I make the baseball team?
Will somebody love me?
Will the ground stay beneath my feet?
And the sky above me

Will I pass my final exams?
And finally make the grade
Will I be forever young?
Or slowly start to fade

All is what it seems
It means just what it means
The sky is blue and the grass is green
In all the little bourgeois dreams

Daddy died and I don’t know why
Mom sits alone at home and cries
She will never be quite the same
She took all the blame

My older brother moved away
Where he is I cannot say
He always liked to be alone
He never writes, he never phones

Will I pass my driving test?
And get my very first car
Will I ever know who I am?
Or who you are

Will I work at the corner store?
And save a dollar every day
Will I ever really know?
The price I have to pay

All is what it seems
It means just what it means
The sky is blue and the grass is green
In all the little bourgeois dreams

I drive around the whole day long
Just to make a living wage
At night I sit and watch TV
Like a monkey in a cage

When I was young, the summer sun
Lasted for an age
But now the days just fly away
To where I cannot say

Never ask a question
That has no answer
Never look beyond what is
To what is no more

Will they ever win the war?
Find a cure for cancer
Will my patience carry me?
To that distant shore

All is what it seems
It means just what it means
The sky is blue and the grass is green
In all the little bourgeois dreams

inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 10/12/2014 - 14:49


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