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BUSKING OUT ON A MONDAY
They come and go like a mysterious flow
is pushing their motion
They cast a fast look at our guitars
on the edge of the sidewalk
So many stories, so many different tongues
we couldn’t drown ’em out even with double lungs
These fish are too late to stop and take our bait
Why not give up?
They float on, they slide on, time is short and the road is long
So long, so long, who will listen to our song?
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
Here comes a woman and her daughter
who’s blowing bubbles
They keep a note in balance on their nose
till they’re swallowed by the whirlpool
We’ve got no will to slow you down if you’ve got someone to meet
Just mix some of our rhythm and the rhythm of your feet
as you go with the stream eating your ice-creams
in the evening
Float on, slide on, time is short and the road is long
So long, so long, who will listen to our song?
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
Float on, slide on, time is short and the road is long
So long, so long, who will listen to our song?
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
We’re busking out on a Monday
They come and go as if a mysterious current They float away, slip away, time is short and the road is long A woman and her daughter arrive Float away, slip away, time is short and the road is long Float away, slip away, time is short and the road is long Click here for the Italian translation
kept them in motion
They cast a fleeting glance at our guitars
on the edge of the sidewalk
So many stories, so many different voices
we couldn't drown them out even with double our lungs
These fish are too late to stop and bite our bait, so why not stop?
Goodbye, goodbye, who will listen to our song?
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
who is blowing soap bubbles
They balance a note on their nose
until they're swept away by the whirl
We don't mean to slow you down, if you have someone to meet, just mix a bit of our rhythm with the rhythm of your feet, as you follow the current, eating your ice creams in the evening
Goodbye, goodbye, who will listen to our song?
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
Goodbye, goodbye, who will listen to our song?
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
We're playing on the street on Monday
THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com
© 2019 THE CROWSROADS