Shore To Shore

Johnny Flynn

Transposer:

Shore to shore got some land between Island life is living through a cup of broken queens hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot and I’m missing what was pissing up the wall that I forgot I forgot I forgot - - - - - - I am the masked rider give me some grace You’ve never seen me and you don’t know my face She was no [Incomprehensible] it was cold it was blue And it only happened despite me or you Me or you me or you Smoking paper to the crimson flashing bars Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers’ cars Live in one room housing with a roof to meet the sky Spelling Jesus won’t you please us ’cos you seem a damn nice guy Damn nice guy damn nice guy We listened to passengers stamping old songs And we lose what’s to lose when you haven’t done wrong Drums too slow for a funeral beat No strumming of strings and no stamping of feet Of feet of feet It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me And it’s not so hard to see you smoking fags and drinking tea It’s the crummy lost at seasick with a floating on the waves To join the other flotsam with the ripped up queens and knaves Queens and knaves queens and knaves There lies a lady she’s gone and she’s gone She’ll be a fine lady before too long But I hit her head and she finished her walking She shouldn’t be dead she was too busy talking Busy talking busy talking They can fill a cup or two and still disturb the peace It’s never made it all the way from shore to shore from west to east I read that independence was a lightness in your step You walked away I felt so heavy at the start of every day Every day every day I’ve been waiting an hour and the bus hasn’t come I’ve been cursing my God for the lack of the sun I’ve been ruined by destiny lowered by fate And the upshot of this is I’m going to be late To be late to be late

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La chanson évoque le voyage intérieur et les réflexions sur la vie, entre nostalgie et quête de sens. Elle décrit une existence marquée par des rencontres éphémères et des souvenirs flous, tout en abordant des thèmes de solitude, d'errance et de désillusion. Le protagoniste se confronte à ses propres attentes et à un parcours semé d'embûches, se questionnant sur le sens de sa liberté et ses choix. Le contexte semble révéler une lutte personnelle, celle de quelqu'un qui traverse des défis tout en cherchant à se reconnecter avec des valeurs essentielles. La mention de figures spirituelles ajoute une profondeur à cette quête, signalant un besoin de guidance dans un monde souvent chaotique. Cette exploration de la vie et de ses paradoxes nous rappelle l'importance de l'authenticité et de la recherche de paix intérieure.

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