Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After The Crop, artist - MacHiavel. Album song The Early Years, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Record label: Warner Music Benelux nv
Song language: English
After The Crop |
The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks |
Came back from the hop |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light |
And took the path to their next plunder or fight |
The rain had beaten down the corn |
When the mountebanks came back in the morn |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light |
And took the path to their next plunder or fight |
After a hard day far from the land of the sky |
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry |
The lights went out one by one |
But this day was not like another one |
The night woke up like a badly washed bitch |
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch |
I was always on the rack ! |
Like a wave that the beach throw back |
‘Cause she thinks she ‘s looking too ugly |
Or maybe cause she ‘s looking too lovely |
Like a star lost in the sky |
I had just one friend, my cry |
And I heard people play and I heard people say: |
«This year the crop will not be good |
However we have worked as much as we could» |
Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams |
Without a look and well oiled |
I was alone with my world |
Like the blind of the electric flock |
But I knew that I would give them a shock |
My saturated heart cried his pain |
But what was rolling in my brain? |
I tried to forget what was said in the books |
All their stories of crops and crooks |
But somehow I can not talk |
I still had this electronic walk |
Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock |
But I knew that I would give them a shock |
My saturated heart cried out his pain |
And my revolt broke out off my brain ! |
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice |
But for me it was so nice |
I was free ! |
I was me ! |
No more what they want me to be |
Like the blind sheep of the electricflock |
But I knew that I would give them a shock |
And the rain did not beatdown the corn |
It had been cut this morn |