to piosenka numer 1 w Stanach od poczatku sierpnia. co niektorzy nazywaja ja hymnem zwyklego czlowieka . a tu jego nowa piosenka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB9n0XA8dks
Piękna piosenka, i świetny tekst. Szkoda, że jest jeszcze za mało obudzonych i chętnych coś zmienić. Zresztą jak mieć siłę skoro wszyscy jesteśmy duszeni ekonomicznie pod butem wielkiego kapitału.
I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
'Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I wish politicians would look out for miners
And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin’ to eat
And the obese milkin’ welfare
Well, God, if you’re 5-foot-3 and you’re 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are puttin’ themselves six feet in the ground
'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin’ them down
Lord, it’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
'Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
Well, if it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord
They’d have me strung up in the psych ward
'Cause every day livin’ in this new world
Is one too many days to me
Son, we’re on the brink of the next world war
And I don’t think nobody’s prayin’ no more
And I ain’t sayin I know it for sure
I’m just down on my knees
Beggin’, Lord, take me home
I wanna go home
I don’t know which road to go
It’s been so long
I just know I didn’t used to wake up feelin’ this way
Cussin’ myself every damn day
There’s always some kind of bill to pay
People just doin’ what the rich men say
I wanna go home
Now four generations farmin’ the ground
Grandson sells it to a man out of town
And two weeks later the trees go down
Only got concrete growin’ around
And I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I don’t know which road to go
It’s been so long
I just know I didn’t used to wake up feelin’ this way
Cussin’ myself every damn day
People have really gone and lost their way
They all just do what the TV say
I wanna go home
If it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord
They’d have me strung up in the psych ward
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to piosenka numer 1 w Stanach od poczatku sierpnia. co niektorzy nazywaja ja hymnem zwyklego czlowieka . a tu jego nowa piosenka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB9n0XA8dks
tu jego nowa piosenka
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB9n0XA8dks
aby przetlumaczyctrzeba nadusic ikone CC i wybrac polski. tlumaczenie jest „googlowskie” ale lepsze jak nic.
Piękna piosenka, i świetny tekst. Szkoda, że jest jeszcze za mało obudzonych i chętnych coś zmienić. Zresztą jak mieć siłę skoro wszyscy jesteśmy duszeni ekonomicznie pod butem wielkiego kapitału.
„Rich Men North Of Richmond”
I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
'Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I wish politicians would look out for miners
And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin’ to eat
And the obese milkin’ welfare
Well, God, if you’re 5-foot-3 and you’re 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are puttin’ themselves six feet in the ground
'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin’ them down
Lord, it’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
'Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
„I Want To Go Home”
Well, if it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord
They’d have me strung up in the psych ward
'Cause every day livin’ in this new world
Is one too many days to me
Son, we’re on the brink of the next world war
And I don’t think nobody’s prayin’ no more
And I ain’t sayin I know it for sure
I’m just down on my knees
Beggin’, Lord, take me home
I wanna go home
I don’t know which road to go
It’s been so long
I just know I didn’t used to wake up feelin’ this way
Cussin’ myself every damn day
There’s always some kind of bill to pay
People just doin’ what the rich men say
I wanna go home
Now four generations farmin’ the ground
Grandson sells it to a man out of town
And two weeks later the trees go down
Only got concrete growin’ around
And I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I don’t know which road to go
It’s been so long
I just know I didn’t used to wake up feelin’ this way
Cussin’ myself every damn day
People have really gone and lost their way
They all just do what the TV say
I wanna go home
If it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord
They’d have me strung up in the psych ward
tu jego kanal
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5caRbGN5SukgJnj2ecK_wA
dal nas rada, piszmy swoje piosenki ktore wyrazaja NASZE uczucia.
i to na tyle.