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• Artiste: Chuck Prophet
• Titre: Statehouse (Burning In The Rain)
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Yes indeed it's oh so very nice of you to ask Still I can't help wondering if I'm equal to the task Of washing up and getting dressed and waiting on a train To come so far to watch the Statehouse burn down in the rain Well, the highway's choked with minivans and traitors heading west Here I am still wheezing like a sick bird in a nest My heart is weak, my face is long, I'm not up to the strain To breathe the smoke and watch the Statehouse burn down in the rain Well I'm not your father And I'm not your lover Something is rising And it's boiling over You'd better take cover You'd better take cover Something is rising And it's boiling over The Governor kept telling us he was the People's voice He said the time is high for all of us to make a choice Then he jammed his little finger in a rusty weather vane And ran out of the Statehouse as it burned down in the rain It's easy making plans out walking in the sun Any fool can kick an old man down on the ground and turn and run But it's gonna take some doing, yeah, some doing to explain All the cheers the night the Statehouse burned down in the rain I'm not your father I'm not your lover Something is rising And it's boiling over You'd better take cover You'd better take cover Something is rising And it's boiling over Oh yeah The pillars and the amber waves, the bannisters and such All that seemed too far away, too far away to touch We never found the numbers or the language to complain Until the night the Statehouse up and burned down in the rain