Представляем точный текст композиции "The Crawl" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spirit Of The West . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Crawl» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spirit Of The West передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spirit Of The West - "The Crawl"
Lyrics to The Crawl : Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. It all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside, We were sittin there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide; When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the Fall, So we all agreed next Friday night wed go out on the crawl. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. We planned to have a gay old time, the cash we did not spare, We left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare; I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five, From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. Spirits they ran high that night, old stories we did share, Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care; The beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry, So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty by-and-by. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger and Queens Cross, Wed started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost; For youll never keep the lads together when their eyes begin to rove, So there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call, The final destination of this the first annual crawl; We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found, Nine miles home and for walking we are bound. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. Well, were good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Drinkers and carousers the likes youve never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. [ The Crawl Lyrics ]
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