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Graham Sharpのトップソング
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graham Sharp
Banjo
Seth Kauffman
Bass
Matt Smith
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Sharp
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Graham Sharp
Producer
Seth Kauffman
Producer
Chris Boerner
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Down in the basement of an empty house
Selling darkness is an easy pitch
Passing a torch, long-burned out
Hoping nobody flips the switch
Cold cinders in my hands, cinders in my pockets
God help me, I remember the flame
Well, the warmth of the embers was gone when I got it
But I got it just the same
It's just too far to go in these hand-me-down shoes
Generation blues
Well, my father was a general pain in the ass
And I was a private disgrace
I must've huffed a lot of chemicals polishing the brass
'Cause I never could act my age
Yeah, choir boys, flyboys, look-you-in-the eye-boys
Talkin' how the war was won
A black and white photo of the soda pop king
Grinning like a son of a gun
And it's just too far to go in these hand-me-down shoes
Generation blues
Angels fly but a saint's gotta walk
Gotta wake up in the morning and choose
Take a little sugar, take a little salt
Go make it on the avenue
I got a key in my hand, a key in my pocket
Looking for a room with a view
Well, the doors unhinged and there ain't no lock
And no telling now who's coming through
It's just too far to go in these hand-me-down shoes
Generation blues
Well, the trash got tossed while I was sleeping
Look what these kids can do
What's lost wasn't worth the cost of keeping
So let's just start anew
I got nothing in my hands, nothing in my pockets
I threw away the little that's left
Well, if you ain't tried it don't try to knock it
There's better things up ahead
It's just too far to go in these hand-me-down shoes
Generation blues
Writer(s): Graham Paul Sharp
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