Lirik Lagu The Legionaire's Lament - The Decemberists
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I'm a legionnaire,Camel in disrepair,hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by.I am on reprieve,lacking my joie de vivre,missing my gay paris,in this desert dry.
And I wrote my girl,told her I would not return,terribly taken a turnfor the worse now I fear.
Its been a year or moresince they shipped me to this foreign shore,fighting in a foreign warso far away from my own.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
la la la la damla la la low
Medicating in the sunpinched doses of laudanum,longing for old fecundity of my homeland.Curses to this mirage!A bottle of ancient Chiraz,a smattering of distant applauseis ringing in my poor ears.
On the old left bankmy baby in a charabancriding up the width and lengthof the Champs Elysees.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...
be back again,be back again,I'll be back again
And I wrote my girl,told her I would not return,terribly taken a turnfor the worse now I fear.
Its been a year or moresince they shipped me to this foreign shore,fighting in a foreign warso far away from my own.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
la la la la damla la la low
Medicating in the sunpinched doses of laudanum,longing for old fecundity of my homeland.Curses to this mirage!A bottle of ancient Chiraz,a smattering of distant applauseis ringing in my poor ears.
On the old left bankmy baby in a charabancriding up the width and lengthof the Champs Elysees.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
If only summer rain would fallon the houses and the boulevardsand the side walk bagatelles its like a dream,with the roar of carsand the lulling[?] of the cafe bars,the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the sand.Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...
be back again,be back again,I'll be back again
