Testo Goodbye Pork Pie Hat - Andy Summers
Testo della canzone Goodbye Pork Pie Hat (Andy Summers), tratta dall'album The Last Dance Of Mr. X
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Peace, peace, peace, peace
Peace, peace, peace, peace
Peace, peace, peace
Could love find peace?
Could love find peace?
Some say peace is never won without a fight
Or a struggle, war, killin' and all that
Man, I— I don't know of any peace ever taken through battle cries
And how can a victorious peace-winning war monger ever
Or even enjoy his profited loots?
That was once his joyous captors when his peace can be assured
Only by his constant day through night watch
Even his slaves can at least close the door on their toilets
Hm, a conqueror of peace could not let his hair down, really
For he would have to guard himself with his ears
And his mind to even move his bowels in a healthy manner
Or to note the slightest unusual sound outside
Of his little pools of urine splashes
That might be a peace-loving slave, a peace-loving slave
Resentful at having been told that
His slavery is a new kind of freedom and peace
So where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find peace?
Where do I go to find?
Where do I go?
I've tried the local bar 'til my head spun me to my poor realities
Of the nearest liquor store, legal drugs, hop and all that
I found no peace, I found no peace on even that harlot's belly
Or the free-for-alls that chase my livelihood
I know about killin' too
In childhood, the one left standin' bloody from a razor-sharp duel
Was still at less peace than the dead
He was precisely responsible for
And that duel was war of sort, I thought then
"Where were the guardians of our peaceful land of justice
That could stop such a melee?"
I found even less peace on their arrival
Armed guardians that the townspeople of Watts
Paid their hard-earned wages to and to
Protect and guard their children's safety with killers' weapons
Hmm
As a child, I blamed the townspeople out there
In Watts or Germany or here or wherever peace is enforced
By primitive sources, guns as barbaric as its inventors
Fear of himself for not havin' ever made peace in himself
And still, I stand in awe of murderers
Still now as when I was a child, because
The history of all mankind is guilty, mhm
Guilty of his inner fear of himself
Of the gun he made to protect the inside he does not even know
So where do I go to find peace?
Hm, I've had glimpses of it all
All the time, alone with myself
And now, I go to my beloved
Lock my door to your guns and
That wasted noise of people seeking a peace together
Without having ever loved
Themselves enough to understand
That the reasons other children are born
Besides our own
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Writer(s): Joni Mitchell, Charles Mingus
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