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• Artiste: The Radiators from Space
• Titre: Song of the Faithful Departed
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This graveyard hides a million secrets And the trees know more than they will tell But the ghosts of the saints and scholars will haunt you In heaven or in hell Rattled by the Glimmerman, the Bogey-man, the Holy man And living in the shadows, in the shadows of the gunman Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till Rattled until time stood still Look across your shoulder and the schoolbell rings Another day of made-to-measure history Well I don't mind that your heroes all have wings But your terrible beauty is torn Faithful Departed We fickle-hearted As you are now so once were we Faithful Departed We the meek hearted With graces imparted Bring flowers to thee The girls from the kips proclaim their love for you When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two But they cursed you on Sundays And Holy days of abstinence And when you all stayed away And when you slept there A naked light bulb blinded your shame The shadow on the wall took all of the lame And the Sacred hearts picture compassion in His eyes Drowned out the river's sighs Ah let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight It'll never come between the darkness and the light And there's nothing too sick that can't be eased By the devil's holy water and the rosary beads Faithful Departed We fickle-hearted As you are now so once were we Faithful Departed We the meek hearted With graces imparted Bring flowers to thee You're a history book which I could never write Your poetry in paralysis too deep to recite So dress yourself and bless yourself You've won the fight We're gonna celebrate tonight Maybe we'll even climb a pillar Like you always meant to And watch the sun rise over the strand We'll close our eyes and we'll pretend That it could be the same again And then I'll bury you upright So the sun doesn't blind you And you don't have to gaze at the rain and the stars You can sleep and dream of the Moral Bar And whiskey in the jar Faithful Departed Look what you started An underdog's wounds aren't so easy to mend Faithful Departed There's no broken hearted And no more tristesse In your world without end.