Текст песни Weddings Parties Anything - Brunswick
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(Thomas)In the summer all the old men, they sit on their front porches,While the women comb their hair, shell their peasAnd wonder what they`ve missed.And the forlorn children scan the streetsFor wayward dogs, with fading torches.It`s no amazing sight, it`s something that I miss.I still hear the trucksas they crunch their gears going through the lanes,And curse all folk who get stuck in their wayAnd the roaring forklift starting upAt 7am of a weekday morningHow I cursed them then, now I see things another way.And if I see things through a hallowed gaze,Well is it such a crime?When I ain`t been to Brunswick for a long long time.There was a kind word you could get>From the man who ran the milk bar,And a rough one from the old blokeWho lived across the road, and thoughThe footpaths stank with the refuseOf overfed Alsatians,The air was rife with Tip Top Bread,The baker`s morning load.And if I see things through a hallowed gaze,Well is it such a crime?When I ain`t been to Brunswick for a long long time.And there`s a cottage I think of,Sometimes when I`ve been drinking,And in the bottom of my glass,I see a life I`ve missed,Of summer walks and well trained dogsAnd plenty of time for thinking.So just don`t bother asking why the hell I`m always pissed.But if I see things through a hallowed gaze,Well is it such a crime?When I ain`t been to Brunswick,No I ain`t been to Brunswick,I ain`t been nowhere near it for a long long time.