Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Game Pieces, artist - Fairport Convention. Album song And the Band Played On, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 30.06.2012
Record label: Secret
Song language: English
The Game Pieces |
We are the game pieces |
We see what comes to pass |
You can bury us in your earth |
Or plate us behind glass |
You think we’re in the hands |
Of the frightened or the clever |
But the game pieces know |
And the game goes on forever |
It came about one night, mist was on the water |
Everything was still, still for miles around |
Darkness won her day but other eyes were watching |
Into the Lewis night from the water crawled a man |
All hands were lost as the vessel took on water |
Panic shook the decks leaving no-one in command |
He’d seen a velvet bag floating in the moonlight |
He lay alive and thankful that he had it in his hand |
Cutting of a knife, last words stifled |
The killer took his money and rifled through his clothes |
Then he found the bag with the many staring faces |
Holding up a figure now he swallowed hard and froze |
We are the game pieces |
We see what comes to pass |
You can bury us m your earth |
Or plate us behind glass |
You think we’re in the hands |
Of the frightened or the clever |
But the game pieces know |
And the game goes on forever |
They caught up with a man many years later |
Blood still on has hands, thunder in his eye |
They bound him up in chains, pointed to the gallows |
He told the strangest tale on the day he was to die |
Told them of a sailor whose life he had taken |
Told them of the bag he’d committed to the clay |
Told them of the strange gods' black eyes shining |
They shivered then they said, in the ground is where they stay |
We are the game pieces |
We see what comes to pass |
You can bury us in your earth |
Or place us behind glass |
You think we’re in the hands |
Of the frightened or the clever |
But the game pieces know |
And the game goes on forever |
Now digging on the land a crofter found a jacket |
Muddy torn and faded, just a purple hue |
Came across the pieces scattered in their chamber |
Like finding gold to the man without a shoe |
Valued as a lot the hammer moves them on and on |
Sold to a name, they stand and they wait |
Silent air around, none to touch them |
A law unto themselves only moved by hands of fate |
We are the game pieces |
We see what comes to pass |
You can bury us in your earth |
Or place us behind glass |
You think we’re in the hands |
Of the frightened or the clever |
But the game pieces know |
And the game goes on forever |