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Marc Almond

Gyp The Blood

  new wave  80s  pop  new romantic  cabaret
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Текст песни Marc Almond - Gyp The Blood

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And here I sitA cowardly boyAdventure only dreamsA captain ofA pirate shipA million crimson themesI wish to beContent you seeTo take the softer seatTo summon gutTo play the slutMy bass drum for to beatHey!Gyp the bloodGyp the bloodAnchor in my heartSkull and crossbones to the breezeA heave ho to departBut it happened thatThere came a ghostTo visit on my soulI coloured himFrom picture booksWith eyes as rich as goldA ghost who wouldEmbodyAll my sickly frame would beA heroAnd a challengerOf heart and spirit freeHey!Gyp the bloodGyp the bloodAnchor of my heartSkull and crossbones to the breezeA heave ho to departAnd gyp the bloodAnd I retookThe world upon our backsAnd we drank from dawnTo duskHow the warm breeze took our dragsFor we had the reinsOn europe weHad our anger like a flameThe balls to fightThe systemAnd the nerve to win the gameGyp the bloodGyp the bloodAnchor of my heartSkull and crossbones to the breezeA heave ho to departSo purityI would spit uponAll saintly sights be damnedFor it seems correctTo kill and stealTo be a proper manI find myselfFull up with hateTo lose it on the worldAn eye for deedsOf darker shadeAnd a lip so wickedly curledA skull encrustedCaptains hatFell down upon my browI gathered allMy hopes and schemesAll wisdom for to knowAnd rip the shirtsI wore aroundMy shoulders like a robeDark ermine trimAnd tainted grinGrim warnings to forbodeAnd all the love within meWould be churned for something sourMy angels tongue ripped from my throatAnd tortured by the hourFor I have no time to learnFor love wounds me with its touchMay the gods take me a screamingMay the gods take me a screaming...Gyp the bloodGyp the bloodAnchor of my heartSkull and crossbones to the breezeA heave ho to departMay the gods take me a screamingMay the gods take me a screaming...

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