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• Artiste: Flobots (The)
• Titre: The Rose And The Thistle
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The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns They both have thorns, they both have thorns The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns And they grow in the garden where your love was born I'm trying to think of the right way to say this line I'm between a rock and a hard place Your thought and your heart's space Meant no for nothing, like a pick in an empty guitar chase Follow you like a car chase To the part where we stargaze the plot in your garden I see your world view like Marvin the Martian Your part of the solution's my part of the problem If we stop to smell the roses I know we can solve them As the world keeps revolving, let's keep on evolving A natural selection like Wallace and Darwin Grow grey like Steve Martin, in old age be radiocarbon Getting to half our lives together, when the great part gets started To keep it short, I'm glad you were born Let's keep growing together through thistle and thorn The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns They both have thorns, they both have thorns The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns And they grow in the garden where your love was born The rose and the thistle, they both have thorns Took note of this when I woke this morn Sunrise came in as one bright ray and the place on the wall where it shone was warm And the shadow cast was like a battleaxe, so I grabbed it fast and I smashed the glass And I crawled through the shards and I found myself in a beautiful garden With petals, bulbs, nettles, mulch, hibiscus, delphiniums, ferns, christmas bells, geraniums Jack in the pulpit, baby's breath, lily of the Nile, a star of Bethlehem A brilliant child being poked at and scorned The rose and thistle, they both have thorns Hey Mary, begging your pardon, what pretty flowers grow in your garden? Let's lie back in the lilacs, meander in the lavender Get silly in the lilies, dancing under oleanders Holy molly holding hands, snap dragon tantrums And open up the irises, humming summer anthems She loves me not, will forget me not Looking for the answers He loves me not, will forget me not Looking for the answers The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns They both have thorns, they both have thorns The rose and the thistle, well they both have thorns And they grow in the garden where your love was born