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  • Don Henley »

    Don Henley The Garden Of Allah текст песни

    The Garden Of Allah

    It was pretty big year for fashion
    A lousy year for rock and roll
    The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
    It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
    And I was somewhere out on riverside by the el royale hotel
    When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
    I thought I knew him all too well
    He said now that I have your attention
    I got something I wanna say
    You may not wanna hear it, I’m gonna tell it to you anyway
    You know I’ve always like you boy
    Cause you were not afraid of me
    Things are gonna get mighty rough here in gomorrah-by-the-sea

    Ya said it’s just like home
    It’s so damn hot I can’t stand it
    My fine seersucker suit is all soaking wet
    And the hills are burning
    And the wind is raging
    And the clock strikes midnight in the garden of allah
    In the garden of allah

    Nice car
    Ah, I love those bavarians
    So meticulous
    Y’know I remember when things were a lot more fun around here
    When good was good and evil was evil
    Before things got so fuzzy
    I was once a golden boy like you
    And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly courts
    And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor,
    For my talents, my creativity
    And we sat beneath the palms
    In the warm afternoons and drank the wine
    With fitzgerald and huxley
    And they pawned the biting phrase from the tongues hot with blood
    And drained their pins of bitter ink
    Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty edens
    Branded especially for the ones who had come with great expectations
    To the perfumed halls of allah, for their time in the sun

    And we were stokin’ the fires and oilin’ up the machinery
    Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own
    And war was coming and the earth was shaking
    And there was no more ruin in the garden of allah

    Today I made an appearance downtown
    I am an expert witness because I say I am
    And I said gentlemen, and I use that world loosely
    I will testify for you, I’m a gun for hire,I’m a saint, I’m a liar
    Because there are no facts, there is no truth
    Just data to be manipulated
    I can get you any result you like
    What’s it worth to you?
    Because there is no wrong, there is no right
    And I sleep very well at night
    No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution
    Just people selling t-shirts
    Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
    And winning, winning, winning

    It was pretty big year for predators
    The marketplace was on a roll
    And the land of opportunity
    Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
    This year notoriety got all confused with fame
    And the devil is downhearted babe, cause
    There’s nothing left for him to claim

    He said it’s just like home
    It’s so low-down I can’t stand it
    I guess my work around here has all been done

    And the fruit is rotten, the serpent’s eyes shine
    As he wraps around the vine,
    In the garden of allah
    In the garden of allah
    In the garden of allah

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