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Neil Young - Thrasher Neil Young - Thrasher | Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] Autor hudby: Neil Young |
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They were hiding behind hay bales,
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They were planting in the Full Moon,
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They had given all they had for something new,
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But the light of day was on them,
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They could see the thrasher coming,
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And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
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And I was just getting up,
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To hit the road before its light,
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trying to catch an hour on the sun,
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When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
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Looking more than two lanes wide,
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I was feeling like my day had just begun.
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Where the eagles glide descending,
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There's an ancient river bending,
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Down the timeless gorge of changes where sleeplessness awaits,
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I searched out my companions,
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who were lost in crystal canyons,
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When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates,
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It was then I knew I'd had enough, burned my credit card for fuel,
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Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand,
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With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand.
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How I lost my friends I still dont understand.
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They had the best selection,
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They were poisoned with protection,
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There was nothing that they needed,
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nothing left to find.
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They were lost in rock formations,
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Or became park bench mutations,
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On the the sidewalks and in the stations, they were waiting, waiting.
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So I got bored and left them there,
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They were just dead weight to me,
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Better down the road without that load,
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Bring's back the time I was eight or nine,
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I was watching my Mama's TV,
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It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
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With the vulture glides descending,
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On an asphalt highway bending,
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Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars.
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Down the windy halls of friendship,
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To the rose clipped by the bullwhip,
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The motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar.
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But me, I'm not stopping there,
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Got my own row left to hoe,
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Just another line in the field of time.
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When the thrashers come I'll be stuck in the sun,
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Like the dinosaurs in shrines,
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But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.
Phew!
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