Testo Robert Bradley's Postcard - David Mead
Testo della canzone Robert Bradley's Postcard (David Mead), tratta dall'album David Mead Live At Schubas 06/10/2006
Let's sing a song
For a thousand years heard
Allen Ginsberg just died
From the back of the bus
I wrote the postcard
I said I was happy, but I lied
Six feet in hallowed ground
Rolled over to the sound of freedom
The boy can't help it if he's cut out bleeding
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
I pledge allegiance
To Marlon Brando
God kissed the Buddha and he sighed
The court and spark
Of Robert Bradley
The poet knows it when he's right
God bless the ground you break
God save the earth you take
'Cause maybe
The crowd won't love a seven-foot-eight baby
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
Cut out the fat
I'm down with that
I'm down with that
Cut out your bullshit
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of it
She sums you up
She sums you up
I placed the call
From just south of Hamburg
Said I was lonely, but I lied
She sums you up
You may not like it, but
You have the luxury of time
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
When you're gone
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Writer(s): David Mead
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