Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bastille Day, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Common As Light And Love Are Red Valleys Of Blood, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Bastille Day |
My sister called, she said, «Mark, where are you?» |
I said, «I'm on my way from Milan, Italy to Bologna.» |
She said, «I'm glad you’re not anywhere near Nice, France.» |
She said, «Ninety-four people just died there in a terrorist attack.» |
They were out celebrating Bastille Day |
Some crazy fuck plowed through them with the truck, throwing hand grenades |
People scattered about and some took refuge in the sea |
I said, «Don't worry, little sister, everything’s okay here with me.» |
But things aren’t okay in this crazy fucking world |
No place is safe for mothers or fathers of the boys of the girls |
Yeah, things are a mess on this crazy fucking planet |
People getting slaughtered left and right, north and south, and east and west, |
goddammit |
Hate is at its peak on this crazy fucking planet |
People getting slaughtered like cattle, goddammit |
People getting massacred over and over |
And it’s oppressing our spirit and our faith in humanity |
It’s impossible not to feel it (feel it, feel it) |
Elementary schools, ask Newtown about that |
Or Denver, Colorado about that purple-haired fuck who went and saw Batman |
Or Paris, France about that Eagles of Death Metal |
Actually don’t mention that one 'cause for them the dust is still not settled |
Virginia Tech kid showing off his AK to subs on the internet |
Tomorrow we’re gonna be at the Brussels train station |
Terrorism doesn’t end, does it |
Bombs going off at train stations and office buildings and airports |
Turn on the news for the latest death toll report |
And as we’re driving, I look out from the bales of hay |
I hate to say it but on that guy who ruined Bastille Day |
I hoped the cops put ninety-four bullets in his fucking brains |
It pours, it pours, it pours, it pours, it pours |
And it pours when it rains |
People in France are in debilitating pain today |
So send some love and if you don’t then hang your fucking head in shame |
If you believe in God, say, «My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name |
but forgiving those who trespass against us is in-fucking-sane.» |
Went for a walk around my hotel in Milan |
Pink or white oleanders flourishing on the hotel lawn |
I saw a lizard on the sidewalk and he scurried away |
This tour has been a grind and it was nice to get out and breathe the air today |
Now we’re in the van and we’re going to stop for Italian food |
Someone said, «Hey, on the other hand, did you hear the positive news?» |
Mick Jagger announced his girlfriend’s pregnancy |
He’s seventy-two, she’s a ballerina in her 20s |
Hey, I gotta admit I kinda envy that dude |
When my grandpa was seventy-two he was being fed baby food with a plastic spoon |
His eyes were like a fish that’s faded gray and blue |
And off his chin, the candy stripers were wiping off his drool |
And we’re in the van listening to Faith No More’s «King for a Day» |
Our driver Francesco listens to this one to keep himself awake |
And as we drive I think about the future of my nieces |
I hope the world in her 20s hasn’t been blown to fucking pieces |
And as we drive and I’m looking at tall, skinny pines |
never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever had to actualize |
It’s my last summer being forty-nine |
Considering everything, I gotta say I’m doing fine |
Thought I’m gonna sing this song in Bologna tonight |
I’m gonna sing it for France and burn a candle for them tonight |
And if Rush is out there somewhere on tour today |
I hope for France they’re playing Caress of Steel’s «Bastille Day» |
And when they’re marching on Bastille Day |
For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same |
And when they’re marching on Bastille Day |
For Nice, France that day is never gonna be the same |
While they were marching on Bastille Day |
A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer |
While they were marching on Bastille Day |
A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer |
While they were marching on Bastille Day |
A guillotine had claimed her bloody prayer |
While they were marching on Bastille Day |