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• Artiste: John Austin
• Titre: Old Perfume
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The loneliest girls and boys Get bored with their favorite toys Feel the power of making noise When we send them to their room Well I sent my baby there Step by step she climbed the stair On the shelf till she disappeared Like a bottle of old perfume Why do we count the years? Like pulling another gray hair From the snare of a wire brush Beside a jar of old cold cream One wrinkled old magazine Sunlight on a TV screen When someone else writes your dreams You might as well wake up Old perfume Never left the room Nobody saw the signs Dead bolt doors, buried cable lines TVs scattered like land mines Children dancing round their doom And what was your money worth A handful of cold cold dirt A chimpanzee in a skirt A milkweed field in bloom And who knows what that black bird does Out there where the garden was He got nothing to say to us Old perfume Never left the room And the moods drift by Like clouds across the sky Emotions they never lie So we bottle them up Old perfume Never left the room The spirit is willing my friend She's there till the very end You don't have to save your life Like a bottle of old perfume Old perfume Never left the room And on the judgment day They never call your name Angels just shuffle away Every body has left the room