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Scattered
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Rock
Scattered è stato pubblicato il 29 marzo 1993 da Columbia come parte dell'album Phobia
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AlbumPhobia
Data di uscita29 marzo 1993
EtichettaColumbia
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM132

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
Like a seed that is sown
All the children are scattered
By a breeze that is blown
Now the crops are all scattered
We are torn, we are shattered
Now some of us are barmy and battered
And the fields where we gathered
Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
Through it all we were scattered
[Verse 2]
To the fields we are scattered
From the day we are born
To grow wild and sleep rough
Till from the earth we are torn
And the soul, that is free
Can live on eternity
And the spirit can live on
Though it's scattered in the world beyond
And I've been out of my mind ever since she's been gone
[Verse 3]
I look around
That empty room
No sight nor sound
She left so soon
She's out of view
But then I find
Those scattered clues
She left behind
A photograph with a smiling face
A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
I guess I'll never see her again (Never)
[Verse 4]
Now my life is all scattered
Ever since she's been gone
I feel older, I feel fatter
I feel the blues comin' on
We get bruised, we get battered
But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered
And with emotional glue
We're gonna stick together, body and mind
[Verse 5]
Ever since she went away
I've been alone to contemplate
Time and space and why worlds move
While sitting in my solitude
I've watched the stars
Wondered why
They're scattered up there in the sky
And is she up there out of view
On some higher platitude?
[Verse 6]
I wish I knew
Wish I could prove
The reason why this life on earth
Is scattered like the universe
[Verse 7]
I'm scattered here and scattered there
Bits of me scattered everywhere
[Verse 8]
To the fields we are scattered
Then from the dust we are born
We survive somewhat battered
To a new life, a new dawn
In the end what will it matter?
There'll only be my ashes to scatter
And all the logical answers to a worryin' mind
Will be scattered in time
Beaten and battered
To the earth you are scattered
You're goin' home so what does it matter
To an atomic mind?
Scattered here while you travel time, ah
Written by: Ray Davies
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