Oysterband
The Road To Santiago
Carnival is what you dare
Flesh farewell, the soul goes bare
Your face is just a mask you wear, but
Masks are hidden faces;
All night long from bar to bar
The devil is a falling star
H# knows who you really are
He walks in hidden places
ON THE ROAD - ON THE ROAD - ON THE ROAD
TO SANTIAGO
The wind can howl waters roar
Night come down & feet get sore
[a priest goes dancing with a whore/
you won't be who you were before]
We'll walk that wiid Atlantic shore
The devil walks behind us -
ON THE ROAD TO SANTIAGO
This is what the devil sells:
Broken vows & broken spells
Voices out of empty wells
Fire in December;
Burning horses, burning trees
Steps to climb up on your knees
Missing days & missing keys
And dreams you can't remember
Holy bandits, band of hope
Hauling an unholy rope
Halfway up the, slippery slope
That's where you'll find us;
We met the devil strolling round
On the midnight side of town he said:
Halfway up? that's halfway down
- well, you don't need to remind us
you don't need to remind us
From Paroles Mania