Ci ho messo 13 anni a postarli per la prima volta ma mi faccio perdonare dedicando loro una delle rarissime triplette del blog. Tornano per il terzo giorno consecutivo i Blur con "Country House" sempre dall'album "The Great Escape" come il brano di due giorni fa. Questo, anche solo per l'attacco, non potete non conoscerlo. E nel caso... Da adesso non lo direte più... Il buon Vincent ci aveva visto giusto nel commento di due giorni fa. Buon ascolto e a domani!!Country House (Blur)[Intro]So the story begins[Verse 1]City dweller, successful fellaThought to himself “Oops, I’ve got a lot of money”Caught in a rat race terminallyI’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in itI’m paying the price of living life at the limit (to the limit)Caught up in the century’s anxiety[Pre-Chorus]Yes, it preys on him (preys on him)He’s getting thin (getting thin)Try the simple life[Chorus]He lives in a houseA very big house in the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eats in the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst bills in the countryOh, it’s like an animal farmThat’s the rural charm in the country[Verse 2]He’s got morning glory and life’s a different storyEverything’s going JackanoryTouched with his own mortalityHe’s reading Balzac, knocking back ProzacIt’s a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland (close your eyes, man)Oh, it’s a century’s remedy[Pre-Chorus]For the faint at heart (faint at heart)A new start (new start)Try the simple life[Chorus]He lives in a houseA very big house in the countryHe’s got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of rest in the countryHe doesn’t drink, smoke, laughTakes herbal baths in the countryBut you’ll come to no harmOn the animal farm in the countryIn the countryIn the countryIn the country[Bridge]Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know whyBlow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why[Chorus]Oh, he lives in a houseA very big house in the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eats in the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst bills in the countryOh, it’s like an animal farmThat’s the rural charm in the countryOh, he lives in a houseA very big house in the countryHe’s got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of rest in the countryHe doesn’t drink, smoke, laughTakes herbal baths in the countryBut you’ll come to no harmOn the animal farm in the country[Outro]Ohh la la laI wanna be, I wanna be
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Ci ho messo 13 anni a postarli per la prima volta ma mi faccio perdonare dedicando loro una delle rarissime triplette del blog. Tornano per il terzo giorno consecutivo i Blur con "Country House" sempre dall'album "The Great Escape" come il brano di due giorni fa. Questo, anche solo per l'attacco, non potete non conoscerlo. E nel caso... Da adesso non lo direte più... Il buon Vincent ci aveva visto giusto nel commento di due giorni fa. Buon ascolto e a domani!!Country House (Blur)[Intro]So the story begins[Verse 1]City dweller, successful fellaThought to himself “Oops, I’ve got a lot of money”Caught in a rat race terminallyI’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in itI’m paying the price of living life at the limit (to the limit)Caught up in the century’s anxiety[Pre-Chorus]Yes, it preys on him (preys on him)He’s getting thin (getting thin)Try the simple life[Chorus]He lives in a houseA very big house in the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eats in the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst bills in the countryOh, it’s like an animal farmThat’s the rural charm in the country[Verse 2]He’s got morning glory and life’s a different storyEverything’s going JackanoryTouched with his own mortalityHe’s reading Balzac, knocking back ProzacIt’s a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland (close your eyes, man)Oh, it’s a century’s remedy[Pre-Chorus]For the faint at heart (faint at heart)A new start (new start)Try the simple life[Chorus]He lives in a houseA very big house in the countryHe’s got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of rest in the countryHe doesn’t drink, smoke, laughTakes herbal baths in the countryBut you’ll come to no harmOn the animal farm in the countryIn the countryIn the countryIn the country[Bridge]Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know whyBlow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why[Chorus]Oh, he lives in a houseA very big house in the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eats in the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst bills in the countryOh, it’s like an animal farmThat’s the rural charm in the countryOh, he lives in a houseA very big house in the countryHe’s got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of rest in the countryHe doesn’t drink, smoke, laughTakes herbal baths in the countryBut you’ll come to no harmOn the animal farm in the country[Outro]Ohh la la laI wanna be, I wanna be