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Marriane Faithfull - Ένα "πρωτομαγιάτικο" τραγούδι κι ένας "ύμνος στην μελαγχολία"

WORKING CLASS HERO




As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

SO SAD



Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Treading the waves,
Come in from harm.
How could you regret your other words ...
Hoping for thrills free as a bird ...

Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

There's a knock at the door,
I get up let you in.
Travelled and stained,
Soaked to the skin.
Welcome my darling, you got here at last ...
Come and sit by the fire forget what's past.

So sad, so sad,
So sad, so sad.

Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.

Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Looking back, looking forward,
Flying up, flying down
What have you found..?

So sad, so sad
What have you found..?
So sad, so sad
What have you found..?
So sad, so sad
What have you found ..?
So sad, so sad.