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Song for Carlo

Colm Bryce
Language: English




There's a picture of you, lying still,
In the middle of the hurricane
And people gathered round, laying flowers on the ground
Swearing they'll never be the same
And the pressure dropped, another degree
And the sky went dark, in the evening heat
And the hard wind that's coming will carry your name

You saw the mask before it slipped
You saw inside their marble halls
Where they make you sing fascist songs
And kiss the pictures on their walls
So you ran at the corps, and the canister dropped
And your herat stopped in the echo of the shots
And the hard wind that's coming will carry your name

They had to make sure that you were dead
So they ground their wheels on your pretty head
So that you couldn't help but look away
So you couldn't help but be afraid
Sometimes the police go wild
That's when you see what they're trying to hide
But the hard wind that's coming will carry your name

Last night your mother was speaking,
In a voice you never heard
Saying to do nothing now is to take a side
And that's what her baby boy had learned

Carlo, can you hear the voices in the streets
Singing you a lullaby
Noi siamo tutti clandestini
We are all illegal now
And the mystery's gone, the battle lines drawn
Everything goes still just before the storm
And the hard wind that's coming will carry your name

My giovani compagno, bella ciao, keep the flame...



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