1. Uriah Heep - One Day 2:47 [1973]
2. Fifth Harmony - Sauced Up
3. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
Mumford and Sons - Babel
Előadó: | Mumford and Sons |
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Dalszöveg
Cause I know that time has numbered my days
And I’ll go along with everything you say
But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know their choices color all I’ve done
But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son,
I never lived a year better spent in love
Cause I know my weakness know my voice,
So now believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I’ll be born without a mask
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
I stretch my arms into the sky
I cry, "Babel! Babel! Look at me now!"
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
As all we see will slip into the cloud
So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been,
You know our breath is weak and our bodies thin
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down
Cause I know my weakness know my voice
But I believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I’ll be born without a mask
And I’ll go along with everything you say
But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
And I know their choices color all I’ve done
But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son,
I never lived a year better spent in love
Cause I know my weakness know my voice,
So now believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I’ll be born without a mask
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
I stretch my arms into the sky
I cry, "Babel! Babel! Look at me now!"
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
As all we see will slip into the cloud
So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been,
You know our breath is weak and our bodies thin
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down
Cause I know my weakness know my voice
But I believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is farce
But I’ll be born without a mask
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