sábado, fevereiro 17, 2007

Guns Of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yeah, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

(Nouvelle Vague)

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4 Comments:

Blogger Rui Gonçalves said...

Oh Nuno,
Podes ter posto aí a versão dos Nouvelle Vague, mas o original é dos Clash e portanto o justo ao seu dono, devias de referir que a letra é desses Grandes senhores!
Abraço
Rui

11:53 da manhã  
Blogger Nuno Guronsan said...

Amigo Rui,
eu confio nas minhas visitas para elas porem estes valiosos acrescentos de informação. Até porque os "fantasmas" dos originais também andam a passear por aqui...
Obrigado e um grande abraço!

12:22 da tarde  
Blogger bitsounds said...

apesar do originar ser dificil de "ultrapassar" aqui está uma bela versão ...

6:40 da tarde  
Blogger Nuno Guronsan said...

E se me permites, Zito, também tens boas sugestões para os teus lados. Os meus parabéns, o teu blogue está muito bom.

7:34 da tarde  

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