Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thrasher, artist - Madrugada.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Thrasher |
They were hiding behind hay bales |
They were planting |
In the full moon |
They had given all they had |
For something new |
But the light of day was on them |
They could see the thrashers coming |
And the water |
Shone like diamonds in the dew |
And I was just getting up |
Hit the road before it’s light |
Trying to catch an hour on the sun |
When I saw |
Those thrashers rolling by |
Looking more than two lanes wide |
I was feeling |
Like my day had just begun |
Where the eagle glides descending |
There’s an ancient river bending |
Through the timeless gorge of changes |
Where sleeplessness awaits |
I searched out my companions |
Who were lost in crystal canyons |
When the aimless blade of science |
Slashed the pearly gates |
It was then I knew I’d had enough |
Burned my credit card for fuel |
Headed out to where the pavement |
Turns to sand |
With a one-way ticket |
To the land of truth |
And my suitcase in my hand |
How I lost my friends |
I still don’t understand |
They had the best selection |
They were poisoned with protection |
There was nothing that they needed |
Nothing left to find |
They were lost in rock formations |
Or became park bench mutations |
On the sidewalks and in the stations |
They were waiting, waiting |
So I got bored and left them there |
They were just dead weight to me |
Better down the road |
Without that load |
Brings back the time |
When I was eight or nine |
I was watching my mama’s T. V |
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode |
Where the vulture glides descending |
On an asphalt highway bending |
Through libraries and museums |
Galaxies and stars |
Down the windy halls of friendship |
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip |
The motel of lost companions |
Waits with heated pool and bar |
But me I’m not stopping there |
Got my own row left to hoe |
Just another line |
In the field of time |
When the thrashers come |
I’ll be stuck in the sun |
Like the dinosaurs in shrines |
But I’ll know the time has come |
To give what’s mine |