1a canzone al giorno

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 fella
Thought to himself “Oops, I’ve got a lot of money”
Caught in a rat race terminally
I’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in it
I’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 house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country

[Verse 2]
He’s got morning glory and life’s a different story
Everything’s going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He’s reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It’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 house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country
In the country
In the country
In the country

[Bridge]
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why

[Chorus]
Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country
Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country

[Outro]
Ohh la la la
I wanna be, I wanna be