A song for all wise men, there’s not many left
A song for old Ireland that’s clearly in jest
A song for the workers, asleep on the dock
A song for the rich man who’s taken the lot
A song for the children, climbing the trees
A song for all housewives, God bless Mr Sheen
A song for the young ones, who just couldn’t wait
A song for the old one, who knows its too late
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It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
A song for the lonely, living in chains
A song for the monarchs, song for their slaves
A song for the weary, a song for the tired
A song for all junkies, the stoned and the wired
A song for the living, a tune for the dead
A song for the dark thoughts that fill up your head
A song for all cowards, a song for the brave
A song for the secrets you’ll take to the grave
*
It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
A song for all wise men, there’s not many left…
*
It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the times you just couldn’t fake
And all the lies you just couldn’t take
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
It’s a song…just a song
A song for old Ireland that’s clearly in jest
A song for the workers, asleep on the dock
A song for the rich man who’s taken the lot
A song for the children, climbing the trees
A song for all housewives, God bless Mr Sheen
A song for the young ones, who just couldn’t wait
A song for the old one, who knows its too late
*
It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
A song for the lonely, living in chains
A song for the monarchs, song for their slaves
A song for the weary, a song for the tired
A song for all junkies, the stoned and the wired
A song for the living, a tune for the dead
A song for the dark thoughts that fill up your head
A song for all cowards, a song for the brave
A song for the secrets you’ll take to the grave
*
It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
A song for all wise men, there’s not many left…
*
It’s a song, you won’t have to sing
Forget the words, sure they don’t mean a thing
It’s the dreams, that came just too late
And all the times you just couldn’t fake
And all the lies you just couldn’t take
And all the hearts, you just couldn’t break
*
It’s a song…just a song
Contributed by Dq82 - 2021/2/20 - 16:53
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A song
Words: Paul Anderson * Music: Paul Anderson/Chris Anderson *
A Song is about daring to dream; escaping from the box that the government, class and circumstance have shoved you in all your life.
A Song is about self-destruction, hitting rock bottom, temptation and redemption.
A Song is for the voiceless, the poor, the lonely and dispossessed.
But at the end of the day, it is just a song.