
Date of issue: 30.03.2014
Song language: English
Money Gnomes |
Love falls gently from the sky |
In bundles oh so sweet |
Money lurks inside the soil |
Pressed beneath our feet |
Why dig up that wily stuff |
When all it’s bred to do |
Is sully all the pretty boys and girls |
Who love me do |
Foiled again would be my plan |
To live in peace with you |
If the coin were to emerge |
And slyly oversee |
What showers come of bundled goods |
From cupid’s tender trees |
He’d surely twist those precious goods |
Into his shivering trance |
And round and round with wicked tricks |
The lovers he would dance |
«Dance me round», she cried to him |
«I'll waltz you till you love me.» |
I watch her fie the boiling sky |
From deep beneath the wilted leaves |
Her body screaming for his ploy |
«Why must riches make us thieves? |
«Until they plunge into the ground |
Digging for their gold |
Cold and rotten roots engulf |
The drugs they seek I’m told |
Once the coin is in clear sight |
Their love is sick with illusions |
Of safety driven by the shadowed trance |
Holding their sweet confusions |
Love has no place in a dreary world |
Obsessed with shiny things |
Just unfantastic happenings |
Not approved by cupid’s rings |
Follow me to a place so free |
Of all these impish deeds |
From glen to glen to city bend |
From folly we will flee |
«Dance me round», she cried to him |
«I'll waltz you till you love me |
I watch her fie the boiling sky |
From deep beneath the wilted leaves |
Her body screaming for his ploy |
«Why must riches make us thieves? |
«Love me please, love me true, love me beautifully |
«Who,» she asks most critically «is speaking down to me?» |
Love me please, love me true, love me beautifully |