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Written at the Holger Danske Bodega in Denmark in 1975. Songs and poems can inspire, give us strength, strike out at war and injustice. But inside every songwriter and poet is a person whose heart bleeds with every love lost, with every act of courage thwarted, with every time he did not tell someone he loved them for fear they would not reciprocate.
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Lyrics
All of my songs are open for collaboration in all forms.
In the bar at midnight
The poet-drunkard spins a song of torture and of tears
Of lovelessness and sleeplessness, empty beds and regiments
Wasted bones and fear
There are tears enough for refugees
Of lives lost to the crimes
Of soldier, statesman, citizen
But no soul cries for lives deprived of loving
And in the corner of the bar
The poet's pen bleeds whiskey on the wood that turns the world upon its head
To marry death and dreaming
To weave the notion that in both loveless nights and lifeless hearts
There's weeping and the suffering thread's the same
Written at the age of 22.
In the bar at midnight
The poet-drunkard spins a song of torture and of tears
Of lovelessness and sleeplessness, empty beds and regiments
Wasted bones and fear
There are tears enough for refugees
Of lives lost to the crimes
Of soldier, statesman, citizen
But no soul cries for lives deprived of loving
And in the corner of the bar
The poet's pen bleeds whiskey on the wood that turns the world upon its head
To marry death and dreaming
To weave the notion that in both loveless nights and lifeless hearts
There's weeping and the suffering thread's the same
Written at the age of 22.
Feter
great song with thoughtfulness and powerfull lyrics
I truly loved the guitar playin with the singing ..
what a song fit my situation I m living now ...!!
thnx alot my friend !!