Who's that new guy
Just can't learn to weld a fender
Where's old Eddie
That could do it every time
Fourteen years
And he just empties out his locker
Rolls on out the gate and says,
"I'll see you boys some time."
But now he's lying
On some rocky Spanish mountain
With his rifle on his shoulder
And his heart pinned to his sleeve
'Cross the valley
As he sights along the barrel
He can see the distant outlines
Of the things that he believes
He was never
The one who made the speeches
Down at Chrysler
Where we fought 'em from the line
Eddie never
Got his picture in the paper
He was never out in front
But he was always right behind
But now he's lying
On some rocky Spanish mountain
With his rifle on his shoulder
And his heart pinned to his sleeve
'Cross the valley
As he sights along the barrel
He can see the distant outlines
Of the things that he believes
Don't you think
That there's something inside people
Like a spring
That life winds up so tight
Till one day
Something snaps and all the power
That's been coiled up inside them
Comes breaking through like light
But now he's lying
On some bloody Spanish mountain
With his rifle bent and smoking
And his heart that pumps and bleeds
Through the dying
He can feel the future rushing
And it feels a little closer
To the things that he believes
Just can't learn to weld a fender
Where's old Eddie
That could do it every time
Fourteen years
And he just empties out his locker
Rolls on out the gate and says,
"I'll see you boys some time."
But now he's lying
On some rocky Spanish mountain
With his rifle on his shoulder
And his heart pinned to his sleeve
'Cross the valley
As he sights along the barrel
He can see the distant outlines
Of the things that he believes
He was never
The one who made the speeches
Down at Chrysler
Where we fought 'em from the line
Eddie never
Got his picture in the paper
He was never out in front
But he was always right behind
But now he's lying
On some rocky Spanish mountain
With his rifle on his shoulder
And his heart pinned to his sleeve
'Cross the valley
As he sights along the barrel
He can see the distant outlines
Of the things that he believes
Don't you think
That there's something inside people
Like a spring
That life winds up so tight
Till one day
Something snaps and all the power
That's been coiled up inside them
Comes breaking through like light
But now he's lying
On some bloody Spanish mountain
With his rifle bent and smoking
And his heart that pumps and bleeds
Through the dying
He can feel the future rushing
And it feels a little closer
To the things that he believes
Contributed by Bernart - 2013/7/19 - 13:14
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Parole e musica di Si Kahn.
Nell’album intitolato “Doing My Job”
Testo trovato su Mudcat Café.
Canzone dedicata ad un volontario americano nelle Brigate Internazionali che combatterono nella guerra di Spagna al fianco dei repubblicani. I volontari provenienti dagli USA erano inquadrati nei battaglioni Lincoln, Mackenzie-Papineau e Washington.
Lincoln Battalion