paroles de chanson Last of the Blacksmiths - The Band
Who
robbed
the
cradle,
who
robbed
the
grave
Who′s
the
one
that
asked
to
be
saved
No,
wo-wo-wo
no
answer
came
I
moved
to
the
country
that
cried
of
shame
I
left
my
home
and
found
a
name
No,
nobody
could
explain
Have
mercy,
cried
the
blacksmith
How're
you
gonna
replace
human
hands
Found
guilty,
said
the
judge
For
not
being
in
demand
Frozen
fingers
at
the
keyboard
Could
this
be
the
big
reward
No,
no
answer
came
Brought
up
everybody
to
see
for
themselves
They
wouldn′t
believe
it
from
no
one
else
No,
nobody
could
explain
Dead
tongue
said
the
poet
To
the
daughter
of
burlesque
Cocteau,
Van
Gogh
and
Geronimo
They
used
up
what
was
left
Cry
wolf,
said
the
martyr
I
don't
believe
I'm
alive
You′re
the
hero,
said
the
mute
And
you′re
bound
to
survive
1 Don't Do It (Outtake - Studio Version)
2 Radio Commercial
3 Life Is a Carnival
4 When I Paint My Masterpiece
5 Last of the Blacksmiths
6 Where Do We Go From Here?
7 4% Pantomime
8 Shoot Out In Chinatown
9 The Moon Struck One
10 Thinkin' Out Loud
11 Smoke Signal
12 Volcano
13 The River Hymn
14 Endless Highway (Early Studio Take)
15 When I Paint My Masterpiece (Alternate Take)
16 Bessie Smith (Outtake)
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