Текст песни The Animals - Letter From the County Farm
The Animals - Letter From the County Farm слова песни
Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farmAnd the wind it has been blowin`Its been blowin` so strongThey`re afraid to raise the flag `less it gets torn to shredsBut God forbid the wind should ever stop blowin`But if it didI`m sure we`d all fall downBut sometimes it isn`t windyLike last FebruaryI remember it snowedand a week later it hailedAnd now it looks like rainingNow it looks like rainingI`m convinced that what makes the rain and hail so heavy over hereis that the sherrif has been messing with out minds.handin` out questionnaries to the pris`ners who are blindto the pris`ners who are blindLet me tell you one thing new at the county farmThey`ve got muzak in the fieldswhich makes this life of mine a little more unreala little more unrealBut I wish they`d kill the sounds, I wish they`d kill the soundsYou don`t knowwhat it`s like to hear Debussy in a California prison fieldAnd I loveI love to sing while I`m workin`I love to sing while I`m workin`And the wind has been blowin`And the wind has been blowin` I`ve given up reading for a time and taken up other pastimesSuch as watchin` winos gum their food and epileptics havin` bad timesMore frequently I`ve been lost in this gameAnd it looks like they`re gonna make a crim`nal out of meA criminal out of meBut those guys who are down on me winnin`Lord knows, they take the game so seriouslyBut what hurts me more, burts me more than anything Is when I get your mailWhen I get your mail, they`ve cut youThey`ve cut out the parts and the words that have feelingSo I`m left with only part of you I say I`m only left with part of youAnd the wind has been blowin`And the wind has been blowin`Oh, play your guitar, babyPlay your guitar, baby,Get me off this farm, baby, take me away...And apart from all this crap there is some peace and quietExcept for the screws grumbling and mumbling and calling me a long hairI wouldn`t mind, but they cut my hair quite some time agoThey cut it off when I first came hereWhich tells me Indo-China is really here behind this wireAnd it soon will be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fireIn fact, they tell me that a boy like me shouldn`t think like thatBut this is murder and everybody accepts that.Lord knows, they all accept it, and everybody knows thatt ain`t where its atSo take care, pray for rain and maybe I`ll see youVisiting hours next weekAnd when the screw, when the screw says no touching,Lord knows, I`ll turn the other cheek.(Burdon, Gordon)