If I go
Before I'm old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don't forget me if I go
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
I'm on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please
When I was young, I never think about it
Now I can't get it out of my mind
I'm on bended knees
Father, please
Oh, and if all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, sweet mother of mine
Please redirect me in this gold...
Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
In the Ground...
I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
I'm on bended knees
Father, please
When I was young, I never think about it
Now I just wanna run and die
I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please...
Before I'm old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don't forget me if I go
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
I'm on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please
When I was young, I never think about it
Now I can't get it out of my mind
I'm on bended knees
Father, please
Oh, and if all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, sweet mother of mine
Please redirect me in this gold...
Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
In the Ground...
I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
I'm on bended knees
Father, please
When I was young, I never think about it
Now I just wanna run and die
I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please...
4 comentários:
Não gosto da etiqueta... :(
Pronúncia, deixa lá estar, aproveita a música que é uma das melhores deste senhor (na minha modesta opinião).
Bom fim-de-semana.
Também vi a etiqueta.
A música e a letra têm um contexto triste.
Agora vou inventar...
A tristeza é como um gráfico de batida cardíaca. Acelera desacelera, fica estável...
Bfs
MZ, a letra tem um segundo sentido extraordinário de um tempo no qual o Dave passava por problemas sérios.
A tristeza pode realmente ser como a analogia que usaste; no entanto encaro-a mais como uma montanha-russa.
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