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• Artiste: Donovan
• Titre: Age Of Treason
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On a lone and windy hilltop Beneath a roof of tin In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin' 'Twas there I dreamt my dreams There I hung my jeans And wandered through puberty as all do My mother was a tight knot Bound up with false guilt Strapped up in her fearing Wall she had built An independent girl In a dark and cruel world She'd lost the way to say "OK, now lay back" We disagreed on most things I shouted peace and love The family of mankind The symbol of the dove She only saw the surface Of things before her face But I was young and argued on for hours My father he liked poetry A scholar he might have made Had he not born a poor boy Barefoot and underpaid So the man worked with his hands Up and down the land His dreams forgot He thought that I must follow With his marks as worker's wisdom He'd read a thing or two He once had been a Mason But he never followed through Always kind and thoughtful Smelling of machine oil And he read me poetry of visionaries I flunk my way to college A looser kind of school But we bobbed and played time Arty feeling cool A chance to live an artist Diggin' the ravin' scene Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced I was not academic Art and English neat The history of mankind I liked that I did And what was I to do? The choices they were few A down-right disgrace to the working classes A down-right disgrace to the working classes A down-right disgrace to the working classes A down-right disgrace to the working classes