Testo Revolutions - Reins
Testo della canzone Revolutions (Reins), tratta dall'album Revolutions
Let the road carousel
Under your little rubber sole
A bulletin hit you
Like a bullet from a radio home
Watch the rich turn stile
While the poor stand still
And the racists run riot
Up on Capitol Hill
I feel so hollow to the marrow of my bones
Show me one thing not broken
My shallow lust in manholes
On the road to your home
How long I lay on your wooden floor
These mahogany walls and balsam wires
Shoulder blades on your wooden floor
Fixing your record player
With the record spined and the dust did rise
And the dust turned gold in the autumn light
The only thing that can ease my mind
Is the protest song that the needle finds
Here when this table turns
Tonight this table turns
This real world I've known
Will never be my home
Here tonight, this table turns
Never gonna let these rolling cards
Break your heart while you're in my arms
Here tonight, this table turns
Revolution inside this ordinary room
Revolution
Stones and women on the Common March
Tune in for another woman gone
The uniform around them
Are the same that the killer wore
You empty out your pockets
You don't rattle anymore
As bodies curl like tongues
In the doorways in the dark
Every heart's a fire
Till the heart don't spark
Every heart's a fire
If you light it up
Come on, light it up
And how long I lay on your wooden floor
Fixing your record player
With my shoulder blades on your wooden floor
Fixing your record player
This real world I've known
Will never be my home
Here tonight, this table turns
Never gonna let these rolling cards
Break your heart while you're in my arms
Here tonight, this table turns
Revolution inside this ordinary room
Revolution
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Writer(s): Benjamin Robert Eakins
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