We were heroes them, and the girls were all pretty
And a uniform was a lucky charm
Bought you the key to the city
We used to dance the whole night through
While Al Bowlly sang, 'The Very Thought of You'
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
I gave my youth to King and country
But what's my country done for me
But sentenced me to misery
I traded my helmet and my parachute
For a pair of crutches and a de-mob suit
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Hard Times, hard hard times
Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines
Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed
For the sound of some battle raging in my head
Old friends, You lose so many
You get run around all over town
The wear and the tear of it just drag you down
St. Mungo's with its dirty old sheets
Beats standing all day down on Scarborough Street
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Can't stay here, got to foot slog
Once in a blue moon, you might find a job
Sleep in the rain, sleep in the snow
When the beds are all taken, you've got nowehere to go
I can see me now, back there on the dance-floor
With a blond on me arm, red head to spare
spit on me shoes and shine in me hair
And there's Al Bowlly, up on the stand
That was a voice, and that was a band
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now.
And a uniform was a lucky charm
Bought you the key to the city
We used to dance the whole night through
While Al Bowlly sang, 'The Very Thought of You'
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
I gave my youth to King and country
But what's my country done for me
But sentenced me to misery
I traded my helmet and my parachute
For a pair of crutches and a de-mob suit
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Hard Times, hard hard times
Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines
Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed
For the sound of some battle raging in my head
Old friends, You lose so many
You get run around all over town
The wear and the tear of it just drag you down
St. Mungo's with its dirty old sheets
Beats standing all day down on Scarborough Street
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Can't stay here, got to foot slog
Once in a blue moon, you might find a job
Sleep in the rain, sleep in the snow
When the beds are all taken, you've got nowehere to go
I can see me now, back there on the dance-floor
With a blond on me arm, red head to spare
spit on me shoes and shine in me hair
And there's Al Bowlly, up on the stand
That was a voice, and that was a band
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now.
inviata da Alessandro - 11/12/2008 - 15:11
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Album: "Daring Adventures"
Misera vita di un reduce di guerra: "Al Bowlly è in paradiso, ed io ora sono nel limbo..."
Albert Allick 'Al' Bowlly è stato un popolarissimo cantante jazz inglese degli anni '30. Morì nel 1941 a Londra, durante un bombardamento tedesco.