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Bradman
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Rock
Bradman è stato pubblicato il 6 settembre 2011 da (RED) CEN come parte dell'album Paul Kelly's Greatest Hits: Songs From The South, Volumes 1 & 2
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Data di uscita6 settembre 2011
Etichetta(RED) CEN
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM134

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Kelly
Paul Kelly
Lead Vocals
Peter Bull
Peter Bull
Keyboards
Jon Schofield
Jon Schofield
Background Vocals
Michael Barclay
Michael Barclay
Drums
Steve Connolly
Steve Connolly
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Kelly
Paul Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Kelly
Paul Kelly
Producer
Alan Thorne
Alan Thorne
Engineer
Kathy Naunton
Kathy Naunton
Assistant Engineer

Testi

Sydney, nineteen twenty-six
This is the story of a man
Just a kid in from the sticks
Just a kid with a plan
Saint George took a gamble
Played him in first grade
Pretty soon that young man
Showed them how to flash the blade
And at the age of nineteen
He was playing for the state
From Adelaide to Brisbane
The runs did not abate
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
More than just one man
He could take on any side
They always came for Bradman
'Cause fortune used to hide
In the palm of his hands
In the palm of his hands
A team came out from England
Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the summer of twenty-eight, twenty-nine
They gave the green-caps no relief
Some reputations came to grief
They say the darkest hour
Is right before the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter
The great avenger is being born
But who then could have seen
The shape of things to come
In Bradman's first test
He went for eighteen and for one
They dropped him like a gun
Now, big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all
And a man with a wise-crackin' habit
But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit"
Bradman never forgot it
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
More than just one man
He was a match for any side
Fathers took their sons
'Cause fortune used to hide
In the palm of his hands
In the palm of his hands
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
England, nineteen thirty
And the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him
It was Bradman was the power
He murdered them in Yorkshire
He danced for them in Kent
He laughed at them in Leicestershire
Leeds was an event
Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
That really knocked those gents
The critics could not comprehend
This nonchalant phenomenon
"Why, why, this man is a machine," they said
"Even his friends say he isn't human"
Even friends have to cut something
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
More than just one man
He was half the side
Fathers took their sons
'Cause fortune used to hide
In the palm of his hands
In the palm of his hands
Summer, nineteen thirty-two
And Captain Douglas had a plan
When Larwood bowled to Bradman
It was more than man to man
And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over
As rage ruled over sense
When Bert Oldfield hit the ground
They nearly jumped the fence
Now, Bill Woodfill was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it
But to this day he's still quoted
And only he could wear it
"There's two sides out there today
And only one of them's playing cricket"
He was longer than a memory
And bigger than a town
His feet they used to sparkle
And he always kept them on the ground
Fathers took their sons
Who never lost the sound
Of the roar of the grandstand
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Now, shadows grow longer
And there's so much more yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger
So, let the part tell the whole
Now, the players all wear colours
The circus is in town
And I no longer can go down there
Down to that sacred ground
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
More than just one man
He was half the bloody side
Fathers took their sons
'Cause fortune used to hide
In the palm of his hands
In the palm of his hands
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Written by: Paul Kelly
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