Текст песни Marc Almond - The Lockman
Marc Almond - The Lockman слова песни
The bargemen seeMe growing oldI see the bargemenAging tooWe play the gameOf Tom FoolsWhere the oneWho still is oldestIn my workEven in summerHe must travelWIth eyes clossedIt`s not nothingBeing a lockmanThe barge men knowMy bloated faceThey joke with meThat`s there mistakeHalf sorcererHalf drunkardI cast a spellOn all that singsIn my workIn autumnWe gather fruitAnd the drownedIt`s not nothingBeing a lockmanIn his basketA baby squirmsTo watch the flyOn his noseMama moansAnd time fretsCabbage sweatsAnd fires groanIn my workIn winterWe think of the fatherWho drowned himselfIt`s not nothingBeing a lockmanTowards the springThe barge womenFeign and gloatFrom their boatI`d like their gamesBut for that warThat he leaves meSomewhat damagedIn my workIn the springOne takes the timeTo drown self