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• Artiste: Barr Brothers (The)
• Titre: Valhallas
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Bow and arrow, no wind, High up in the dawn light, Where everything begins, No direction, but a steady drum, Over the treetops, put my knuckle, On the sun, Oh Mama, I cannot say, That I'm not affected, By your orange blossom ways, Took aim, spoke low, Backed up to the West, And let that little arrow go, Valhallas want to name you, Old relations in the valley, Want to claim you, There's no pill that can satisfy, Your need to work and my need, Not to deny. I can moan like a dog, And kick like a mule, Say I've been sleeping well, That wouldn't be true, And I'm hooked like a fish, On a telephone line, Rounders and powders, And fine Spanish wine. Oh Darling, I'm still awake, There are shadows on the wall, Where the dawn's about to break, This old mattress where we used to lie, Heaven knows it's empty, And I'm still on my side, Oh Mama, I cannot say, I am not affected by those, Old fashioned ways, There's some blood, some bone, Something so sweet about, The air back home, Some name it, some blame it, Some would rather see it go, While others want to claim it, Every jewel that you find, Every glass you drain, And every watch you wind. I can moan like a dog, And kick like a mule, Say I've been sleeping well, That wouldn't be true, And I'm hooked like a fish, On a telephone line, Rounders and powders, And fine Spanish wine. Bow and arrow, no wind, High up in the dawn light, Where everything begins, Took aim, spoke low, Backed up to the West, And let that little arrow go.