Представляем точный текст композиции "The Crock Of Gold" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tosser (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Crock Of Gold» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tosser (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tosser (The) - "The Crock Of Gold"
Lyrics to The Crock Of Gold : Well live out our lives on this dirty old street, only because we just cant compete. But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names. Just like the people before, when they reached the distant shore with their drink and their dance, and their dreams and sincere aims. Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare. With their offspring staring at me for they are still there. Dreams that are dead and lives not realized. Why did we write our names in these streets, to show were alive' Well, Chicago is my home and Ill never want to roam, to live on any sun swept distant shore. Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered, and I sing the songs that they all sang before. Well, any woman thats neared me has been repelled most thoroughly. Still Im a lover God, I am foremost of all. A musician thats my call of high degree professional. But Im afraid I do not know my trade at all. And if its every twenty years some small relief to me appears, then the crock of gold will wait until that day. To defend myself no more, lay the shield of anger at my door and the sword of alcohol will stow away. All the people in our town are overworked and broken down. Begging cheques but its just not enough theyre giving. Crying quietly, living life so desperately. That something has to make this life worth living. Real life is only a timeline, and the excitement holds the short times. It will never measure up to what TV sells as great. All the drunken jokes and views, exciting pubs they tell the news. But the exciting pats, well, they just werent all that great. I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight, so we decided we would hold it for awhile. But she would not love me, so inside me finally said, "Its not your fault." But I would like love if only for a while. Well, its on and on Ive seen, yeah thats how its always been, and how it will be as ever on I go. Oh, but ever on I will. Through all the banal times until I find some place to me that seems like home. [ The Crock Of Gold Lyrics ]
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