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
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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Nell’EP intitolato “Jubilation”
L’altro giorno ci hanno detto che l’azienda è sull’orlo del dissesto…
Ci hanno detto che i soldi per gli stipendi ci sono solo fino a marzo/aprile…
Ci hanno detto che c’è un emendamento “spada di Damocle” ad un qualche decreto “Renzi Sacconi Derio o chi per essi” che taglia il personale del 30-50% (minimo)…
Ci hanno detto che siamo dal culo…
Ci hanno detto che la Grecia è dietro l’angolo…
Ci hanno detto che bisognerà lottare per difendere i posti di lavoro, anche se bisognava pensarci prima perché ormai è troppo tardi…
Fine di ogni “sogno piccolo-borghese”…