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Paroles
I was raised up believin'
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinkin'
I'd say I'd rather be
A functionin' cog in some great machinery servin' somethin' beyond me
But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see
What's my name
What's my station
Oh just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful and say Sure take all that you see
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me
And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see
If I know only one thing it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues
Why should I wait for anyone else
And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm raw
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm sore
And you would wait tables and soon run the store
Gold hair in the sunlight
My light in the dawn
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm sore
If I had an orchard
I'd work 'till I'm sore
Ho oh oh oh oh
Ho oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ho oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Someday I'll be like the man on the screen
Informations
Rendu célèbre par Fleet Foxes
Auteur-Compositeur : Robin Noel Pecknold
Toute reproduction interdite
Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Helplessness Blues rendu célèbre par Fleet Foxes









