Gold Rush

Basia Bulat

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How could I be the last to know?      When they told me where the fool had gone?       I was but the youngest one    Up there on the hills they’re climbing on         You went up with an open heart   When they found you it was all but cold Those hounds they sing so low Up there on the hills they’re climbing on You saw the light of gold and rushed You said you couldn’t fight it off This is the story of the one you lost And I wanted to run over your love You found it in the deepest thorns Flooded up from the darkest wells Bring your heartstrings with the bells   Up there on the hills they’re climbing on And if I hadn’t drowned up there In the night before the storm took hold I know I would find them gold Up there on the hills they’re climbing on Another sight of gold and rush Oh I could never fight them off Another story of the one you lost And I wanted to run over your love In the darkest of days In my daydreams there There in the eye of that tempest You’re nearer to me 21 years   You’ve been here every morning 21 roses you hold But they’re fading now I’m still there waiting How could I be the last to know When they told me where the fool had gone? Oh I was but the youngest one Up there on the hills they’ll find me on Another sight of gold and rush Oh I could never fight them off Another story of the one you lost And I wanted to run over I wanted to take over I wanted to run over your love Outro:      f             

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Cette chanson évoque la douleur de perdre un être cher et le sentiment d'être laissé dans l'ignorance face aux événements tragiques. Le narrateur se souvient de moments passés, où l'autre personne était pleine d'espoir et de rêves, mais la réalité a fini par les rattraper. À travers des images de hauteur et de paysages, on ressent cette lutte entre la quête de la beauté et les tourments profonds d'une perte insupportable. Les souvenirs remontent à la surface, marqués par le passage du temps et les roses qui s’étiolent, symboles d'un amour qui persiste malgré l'absence. C'est un récit mélancolique sur l'amour, la nostalgie et le combat avec la mémoire.