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Jerusalem
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Jerusalem adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Excepter Records tarafından 20 Nisan 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıAbril 20
album cover
AlbümAbril 20
Çıkış Tarihi20 Nisan 2018
FirmaExcepter Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM162

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Fell Ryan
John Fell Ryan
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Finn
Simon Finn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fell Ryan
John Fell Ryan
Producer

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The smell of newly cut corn
Came sifting through the palm trees
My eyes, they were blinded
By the sun reflecting on the seas
One hundred dozen mermaids
Smiled as I passed through the haze
The sound of familiar voices
Of yonder days
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
Jerusalem was made by a guy
Oh, I forget his name
And Jesus was a dropout
A king who bore no crown
Only his long hair flowing
And blowing in the wind
And Jesus was a fisherman
That's all he had to say
Oh yes, said, "Now follow me, disciples
Lead your lives a different way"
And he rode into Jerusalem
On a donkey, both bedraggled and lame
And his Pharisees cursed his every word
But did not laugh, that made a change
And Jesus was a good guy
Who lived on figs and wine
A political revolutionary
Out to let you have a good time
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
The sun, it was rising
Just to christen his cross of flame
Did he imagine at that moment
Two hundred million hypocrites would praise his name?
Oh, and were he now to come down
Those hypocrites would crucify him again
And through the sweating crowd
Tears streaming down my face 'til I'm going insane
I'm crying
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
The smell of newly cut corn
Came sifting through those palm trees
My eyes, they were blinded
By the sun reflecting on the sea
Well, that same sun was rising
Just to christen his cross of flame
Did he imagine at that moment
Two hundred million hypocrites would praise his name?
Oh, and were he now to come down
Those hypocrites would crucify him again
Oh, and through the sweating crowd
Tears streaming down my face 'til I'm going insane
I'm crying
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
I gotta put him inside
I'm yelling all I can
Can't you see he's a Christ?
Oh, I'm crying
But it ain't good on itself
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, oh no, no
I put him inside
I'm yelling all I can
Can't you see he's a Christ?
A Christ, a Christ
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Written by: Simon Finn
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