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• Artiste: Maximo Park
• Titre: Child Of The Flatlands
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I was a child of the Flatlands Industrial turrets Were our fairytale castles Cylindrical towers Loom over wild horses Not far from the prefabs and the trains I was too shy to cause a scene Wasn't I? Life was delayed 'til age 19 I won't lie The bright lights appeared The libraries are closing down, now Where will the old folks go When they feel all alone? New houses Stretching out the town Increasing its diameter Walk-in wardrobes full of gowns In bedrooms with dreams yet to be slept through I saw it from a hillside It put life in perspective Nearby a river gurgles Running rough-shot out of bounds The libraries are closing down, now Where will the random folks go When they feel alone? The horses bolting The islands revolting In a bottle they swirl The old world is clinging to the coattail I can't help craving For the river banks we walked along when we were young I can't help craning My neck, to see where the chimneys end Nature always wins Makes itself known Nature always wins I never thought of myself as reckless Maybe what I think of myself is Not that important Nature always wins Makes itself known Nature always wins The libraries are closing down now Where will the children go When they feel all alone? The horses bolting The islands revolting I can't help craving For the river banks we walked along when we were young I can't help craning My neck, to see where the chimneys end Can't help craving I can't help the craving