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• Artiste: Cat Empire (The)
• Titre: Blackout Blues
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Come into the day that is ending Where desert birds circle the sky Then sit on the burnt tree down by the dry river And wait patiently for the dusk to turn into the dark Into the dark Into the dark Where no lantern can follow She said, "The black that I see is no colour No. It comes for me more like a sound And when I stare into the howl of its silence I close my eyes and I pray for the crowd 'Cause in each living one there are many In each living many there's one But the black that I see's like the ink of God's pupil It burns, baby, burns 'til it blacks out the sun 'Til it blacks out the sun." He said "Baby, let's look on the bright side And come with me inside where it's warm If you stand here too long and stare out at that blackness That blackness might swallow you whole Oh Better the coward that's living Better the coward that breathes Better be safe now than sorry I'll be all alone, if you leave All alone, if you leave." She turned with a hiss of fresh venom And a look that flashed daggers and claws Then ever so softly, she smiled as she spoke "Oh, no, dear. I'm staying out here until dawn." "Then let me go get my old rifle," he said "And the bullets all locked in my drawer I'll stand here beside and face all that may enter I'll shoot every one of them dead 'til they fall Shoot them dead 'til they fall!" She laughed at the man stood beside her Said, "darling. So sweet and so dumb There's no killing weapon save music That can dance with the shadows that come Though I shudder at all the nights's whispers Though I'm shaking from deep in my bones I am sworn by the heartbeat inside me I will see the night through 'til it's done See it through 'til it's done." Come, poets Come, writers Come, travelers Come, tell of this idyllic land Come, portray its promise of beauty But don't forget that mark on your hand Ah You made it in finger-clenched terror Survived by the dream you forgot It's the mark of this country's black shadow That breaks through the night like a shot! Through the night like a shot!