paroles de chanson Bunch Of Words - Bacon Brothers

When I was a child I heard them coming from my Sisters room
And they spoke of peace and love and war and hate and hope and doom
And I knew they would change the world, and mend this broken nation
Now they feel like memories, coming from the oldies station
Just a Bunch of Words,
In a simple chain, on a hotel napkin, with a red wine stain
Just a Bunch of Words,
And some simple chords, that will soon be gone, Just a song
The monkey took my friend and beat him, right into the ground
So I was there the day they spread his ashes all around
I sang one I wrote for him but felt just like a hack, because,
I knew my pretty, little ditty, wasn′t ever gonna bring him back
Just a Bunch of Words,
In a simple chain, on a hotel napkin, with a red wine stain
Just a Bunch of Words,
And some simple chords, that will soon be gone, Just a song
One to move us, one to sooth us,
One to educate, major happy minor sad, sometimes modulate
I know a pirate in the Caribbean who's, broken all the rules,
Now he stands and sings for drunken kids from NY private schools
I ask him how he keeps it up and his eyes, begin to glisten,
He says, "It′s who I am,
It's what I do, on the off chance they might listen"
To a Bunch of Words, in a simple chain,
On a hotel napkin, with a red wine stain
Just a Bunch of Words,
And some simple chords, that will soon be gone, Just a song, yeah
Just a Bunch of Words,
In a simple chain, and a happy tune, and a sad refrain
Just a Bunch of Word,
And some simple chords, that will soon be gone, Just a song
But right or wrong, it's just a song
We gotta soldier on, it′s just a song
Gotta soldier on, oh yeah
Gotta soldier on, some my song
Gotta soldier on, right or wrong,
Gotta soldier on, gotta soldier on
Gotta soldier on, soldier on
Gotta soldier on, some my song
Gotta soldier on, some my song, oh yeah