Testo della canzone The 33rd Of August di Joan Baez
Album: Blessed Are
Today, thereÂ´s no salvation, the bandÂ´s packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
thereÂ´s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they canÂ´t understand.
ItÂ´s the thirty-third of August and IÂ´m finÂ´lly touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.
Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaminÂ´ in my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.
But now IÂ´ve got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled.
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