Richard Thompson - Gethsemane

gethsemane

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among the headstones you played as boys
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crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys
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just up the river from the smoke and the noise , gethsemane
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and theres war – whoops and secret signs in the trees
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estuary smells coming up on the breeze
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o perfect endless days like these , o gethsemane

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sailboat on the cadie , pushbike on the quay
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in your eyes theres fire , in your hand destiny
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o be something , be something fine!

just down the river , into the noise and the smoke
being daring with the staring , uncaring folk
who laugh with you , laugh at you , youll never get the joke gethsemane
and they broke your spirit there in the marines
flushed your head down in the latrines
frozen in your sacrement , derailed in your teens never saw the enemy

and those bosses betrayed , soon let you go
the fire in your eyes , how could they know
o be something , be something fine!

now youve got your own boys , hell bent for leather
dead before theyre 18 , or bitter old men forever
they never saw the halo moon rise over the river of gethsemane
now theres a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes
better get it seen to , its going to be bad news
how did the perfect world get so confused , o gethsemane

who sucked out the freedom , days without end
under the weight of it all you must bend
o be something , be something fine!

by : jose duarte
jtduarte1@gmail . com