Cover di Electric Version

Electric Version
Album - 25 aprile 2003 - Debaser id 59377

di The New Pornographers

The sound of God is the screech of tires
Lights and magnets, bolts and wires
Strayed from the road, this very one

Still to come

The sound of tires is the sound of God
The electric version
The power and blood will pulse through your song

Just as long as it
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Streaming out of the magnets

Strung together like Christmas lights
Twelve whole seconds of history might
Lead you from where you went off the track

Welcome back

Our electric version calls
You alone create the full
Spectrum of light
So what could go wrong?

Just as long as it
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Streaming out of the magnets
Streaming out of the magnets
Streaming out of the magnets

The card you're dealt by the crowd goes wild
Make believe you are an only child
Here are the clothes
Please put them on

Still to come

A new parade of faith and sparks
The electric version harks
Back to the day when there was no wrong

Just as long as it
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Sounds lost
Streaming out of the magnets
Streaming out of the magnets
Streaming out of the magnets
Il tuo voto:
exploding international
the scenes, the sounds
and famously the feeling
that you can't squeeze 'round
while tearing off another page
of loose change
outrage
it's another perfect day
until the night shows

exploding international
the wind did howl
the sky above was thick with rings of smoke
and clouds
and hanging on the bleeding end
of conscious
who's this?
was there anything I missed
as far as you know?

was it all for swinging you around?

exploding international
the sun, the sights
the moments you are viewing
through a beam of light
propel you through the golden age
we crash-land the first page
on a crumbling world stage
into the front rows

all for swinging you around

and off your feet
all the love you found
spinning 'round

we're twisting incognito
with no time, can't talk
can't tell if this is fantasy
or culture shock
or remnants of a golden age
that's near mint unplayed
or a welcome overstayed
beneath the lightshow

all for swinging you around
Il tuo voto:
should you go lookin'
for a testament to youth in verse
variations on the age old curse
you blame the stations
when they play you like a fool
and like a fool you get played with

baby, think twice
maybe it's not all
maybe it's not alright

finally a decent picture of the exodus
i don't know much
but other singers know less, and
can we control ourselves for once?
keep our hands off each other
keep our minds on the sum
of each other

oh my sweet witness
can't you hear the voices?
they're telling the children to rock
for their choices
the bells ring
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Il tuo voto:
come clean
through the waves
of debris
the mind's eye
is first to go
so hang onto that number
like gold

and get thee
back to the old truth
July Jones
'cause baby there's a lot
we don't know

one of the greats
on the way
- hold on -
behind the daylight
who knew
what it could feel like?

class war
held your hand
through your plans
but not me
but stay free
baby
there are worse things
to be

so lay free
in your faith beside me
but lay low
'cause baby there's a lot
we don't know

class war
kissed your lips
left you stripped
to your toes
and i know
that baby it's so much
to outgrow

so get thee
back to the old truth
July Jones
'cause baby there's a lot
we don't know
Il tuo voto:
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