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• Artiste: Mark Gunnery
• Titre: The War
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You played guitar for hours Till all the songs became the one You screamed when you were born And your fingers went numb Stumps of wood at the end of your hand You sang in a language no one could understand Your lips were thick with quicksand And now you're in a band. There's a war that's passed this way before You can read it on the paving stones Black with tracks of tanks and wrath White with powdered bones. There's a war between the rich and poor, The crazy and the sane There's a war between you and me And I miss you all the same. The speakers were loud till the power blew out And you jumped out into the crowd Smacked those notes high as you could get Screamed through your set and two cigarettes. I said "you are beautiful" You said "you are beautiful, too, But I'm more beautiful than you." I told her that I knew. A phone call and a Belfast sky Hanging over my head Cutting up and measuring The words I never said. There's a war between the man and the woman The complex and the plain. There's a war between you and me And I miss you all the same.