giovedì 8 aprile 2010

♫ #56


in ascolto "Human Wheels" John Mellencamp

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  1. This land today, shall draw its last breath
    And take into its ancient depths
    This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self.
    While I, with human-hindered eyes
    Unequal to the sweeping curve of life,
    Stand on this single print of time.

    Human wheels spin round and round
    While the clock keeps the pace.
    Human wheels spin round and round
    Help the light to my face.

    That time, today, no triumph gains
    At this short success of age.
    This pale reflection of its brave and
    Blundering deed.
    For I, descend from this vault,
    Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
    Knowledge, sure, from the seed.

    Human wheels spin round and round
    While the clock keeps the pace.
    Human wheels spin round and round
    Help the light to my face.

    This land, today, my tears shall taste
    And take into its dark embrace.
    This love, who in my beating heart endures,
    Assured, by every sun that burns,
    The dust to which this flesh shall return.
    It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God.

    Human wheels spin round and round
    While the clock keeps the pace.
    Human wheels spin round and round
    Help the light to my face.
    Human wheels spin round and round
    While the clock keeps the pace.
    Human wheels spin round and round
    Help the light to my face

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