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• Artiste: Dan Bern
• Titre: Rome
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We pulled into Rome with blood in our eyes After days of traveling and months of lies Taking our various turns at the wheel Taking booze and pot and cigarettes, anything not to feel No one had slept, no one had eaten Our bodies were bad, our spirits were beaten Together we dragged all of us down As we staggered through Rome, blaming the town Blaming the students for worship of others Blaming the cops and blaming their brothers And never quite looking ourselves in the heart And minute by minute growing further apart Julia, Julia, where have you gone? Why have you vanished off of my lawn? Julia, Julia, where is your truck? Where have you driven with all of my luck? Ah, but even old bull fighters, their gravestones in sight Must search 'till they unearth one last bull to fight And so it was with us, so near to the end One last story to tell, one last hill to defend One glance to avoid, one guitar to strum One untruth to be told, one last song to be sung And you, the most brilliant, most driven, most keen, Jewel of a bastard I ever have seen And you in your turn, the good bitch of the Nile So real to the end, nothing left to defile And me in the middle, along for the ride The unwilling distraction from familiocide And knowing our weaknesses, no one refrained From picking and prodding till nothing remained Julia, Julia, where have you gone? Why have you vanished off of my lawn? Julia, Julia, where is your truck? Where have you driven with all of my luck? And now in this kitchen, miles from home Miles from anything, miles from Rome Rome was a bust, Rome was a scream Rome was the final rapid eye movement to this dream We scattered like leaves, like pieces of dust Warriors watching their swords and shields rust And now as we descend to couches and clocks To closets and appointments, let us drink to the rocks Let us drink to the sand, to the winds which have blowed us Let us drink to the rivers, let us drink to the road And if you travel this far, from either conscience or greed Have one piece of advice that I think you should heed Yes if ever your travels take you this far from home Consult your map carefully, steer clear of Rome Julia, Julia, where have you gone? Why have you vanished off of my lawn? Julia, Julia, where is your truck? Why have you vanished with all of my luck? Julia, Julia, where have you gone? Why have you vanished off of my lawn? Julia, Julia, where is your truck? Why have you driven with all of my luck?