She's the center of attraction everywhere she goes
Life of the party, and everybody knows
That trouble's never touched her, they think she never cries
But I saw something in those pretty eyes.
A momentary lapse, it took her by surprise
It came on accidentally and she dropped her disguise
It only lasted for a moment, then the feeling it was gone
But I could see a memory lingered on.
She's one of the many whose life has come undone
And the first of a million more to follow
And as long as soldiers go to war and lovers stay at home
There'll be someone leaving someone else tomorrow.
One night she felt like talking, I happened to be around
She began to tell a story of a love she'd barely found
And how it had been torn away, a story in her life
Leaving only empty in her eyes.
Now the medals and the ribbons and the shiny silver wings
They don't serve to comfort her, they don't mean a thing
They only tell a story about the price of glory
Her lover paid it all at once, now she pays every day.
She's one of the many...
Life of the party, and everybody knows
That trouble's never touched her, they think she never cries
But I saw something in those pretty eyes.
A momentary lapse, it took her by surprise
It came on accidentally and she dropped her disguise
It only lasted for a moment, then the feeling it was gone
But I could see a memory lingered on.
She's one of the many whose life has come undone
And the first of a million more to follow
And as long as soldiers go to war and lovers stay at home
There'll be someone leaving someone else tomorrow.
One night she felt like talking, I happened to be around
She began to tell a story of a love she'd barely found
And how it had been torn away, a story in her life
Leaving only empty in her eyes.
Now the medals and the ribbons and the shiny silver wings
They don't serve to comfort her, they don't mean a thing
They only tell a story about the price of glory
Her lover paid it all at once, now she pays every day.
She's one of the many...
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 19/3/2016 - 14:19
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Parole e musica di Phil Sampson, songwriter dell’Oklahoma, attivo dagli anni 60
Nell’album intitolato “Little Pieces Of His Heart”
Testo trovato sul solito, immarcescibile Mudcat Café
“Ora le medaglie e le mostrine e la ali d'argento lucido / Non servono a confortarla, non significano nulla / Soltanto raccontano una storia sul prezzo dell’onore / Che il suo amato pagò una sola volta, e che ora invece lei paga ogni giorno. E non è che una delle tante...”