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• Artiste: Prefab Sprout
• Titre: The Golden Calf
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Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass I carried in my heart a word or two You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play I'd resort to sleepwalking to catch the mood that fills the sails With harvest nets and tides don't ever bring But every night was Halloween, and every friend fell in between And how capricious nature ruled my mind You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass I carried in my heart a word or two But you would always make me see today You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play I sound so different these days, I barely can believe I'm here If I didn't know better, I would swear I was someone else Lord I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me But who on earth could I be ? You dashing horseman all gone away Left you a stable bill to pay And now the golden calf has turned to clay All my feelings dressed in gloves Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love White and open-necked you would still play