Текст песни Ghosts Of Dachau ("Dachau Was A Nazi Concentration Camp, The Scene Of Mass Murders") - The Style Council
I
close
my
eyes
- I
reach
out
my
hand
And
there
you
are
- beautiful
in
scabs
Caressing
my
scalp
- under
the
mounts
of
the
gun
towers
I
shout
your
name
- I
kick
out
in
dreams
And
here
we
are
- the
searchlight
beams
The
siren
squeals
- and
hopeless
shuffle
to
certainty
The
crab
lice
bite
- the
typhoid
smells
And
I
still
here
- handsome
in
rags
A
trouserless
man
- waiting
helpless
for
dignity
Come
to
me
angel,
don′t
go
to
the
showers
Beg,
steal
or
borrow
- now
there's
nothing
left
to
take
Except
eternity
And
who
will
come
- to
flower
our
graves?
With
us
still
here
- covered
with
dust
Remembered
by
few
but
forgotten
by
the
majority
Stay
with
me
angel
- don′t
get
lost
in
history
Don't
let
all
we
suffered
lose
it's
meaning
in
the
dark
That
we
call
memory
1 Speak Like a Child
2 Money-Go-Round, Pt. 1 (Original Single Edit)
3 Headstart For Happiness
4 Long Hot Summer (Single Edit)
5 The Paris Match
6 It Just Came To Pieces In My Hands
7 My Ever Changing Moods
8 The Whole Point Of No Return
9 You're the Best Thing (Single Edit)
10 Shout To the Top
11 Ghosts Of Dachau ("Dachau Was A Nazi Concentration Camp, The Scene Of Mass Murders")
12 The Piccadilly Trail
13 Walls Come Tumbling Down
14 Spin' Drifting
15 Homebreakers
16 A Man Of Great Promise
17 Have You Ever Had It Blue - Extended Version
18 Waiting
19 It's A Very Deep Sea
20 Changing Of The Guard
21 Spring, Summer, Autumn
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