Текст песни Dogsday - Augie March
Lately
the
smoke
from
the
burning
bushes,
Has
the
eye
and
the
mouth
tasting
ashes,
For
the
price
we've
the
haze
of
Olympus,
Ambling
by
the
Children's
Farm,
Imitating
the
river's
calm,
Liberated,
the
heart,
from
alarm
On
this
dog's
day.
While
it
lasted
the
morning
long,
Came
the
feeling
of
something
wrong,
As
you
knew
that
it
would
before
long,
A
grave
expectation,
So
the
hackles
did
raise
some,
O
it
never
stays
under
even
on
A
dog's
day,
You
start
looking
for
targets
for
your
arrows,
A
bloody
sheath
for
your
eager
blade,
Dark
clouds
for
the
sun
to
shroud
On
this
dog's
day.
Hills
become
mountains,
sheer
cliffs
beside,
Fickle
elation
meekly
turns
its
tail,
digs
a
hole
and
dies.
The
shrill
cries
of
battle
from
gamboling
spawn,
Terriers
come
at
a
clip
across
the
lawn,
The
mothers'
competitions,
the
fathers'
stifled
yawns
In
this
hazy
picnic
season,
light
beer
and
gentle
treason.
Why
would
it
give
rise
to
an
anger?
Could
this
city
outdo
its
own
languor
While
tumbling
bodies
of
children
figure
As
targets
for
your
arrows,
Little
marks
for
your
seasoned
eye,
Such
a
violence
underlying
this
dog's
day.
Why
don't
you
dispense
with
your
secrets,
Give
your
rambling
blood
a
rest,
Let
the
world
be
kind
to
you
on
this
dog's
day.
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