Exile Blues

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Zatopeks - Rock

Exile Blues

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Duration: 2:57

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My home was nothing fancy, just a room and a half A worn communal kitchen, a bookcase and a bath In a requisitioned apartment that used to be a ballroom I wandered through the cafes and the milk bars and the nights Threw my words off countless bridges, let them swim against the tide One day they came to get me, took me from my city home I dream it from afar amidst the din of foreign tongues A world of coffee and neon, heavens torn asunder Standing mute on unknown bridges, I watch their rivers and I wonder Will I ever see my city's streets again? I dissect other people's stanzas for the girls sat in the crowd They're like the ones I used to run with but they seem so young and proud I guess I'm just getting older My exile heart still beating here a thousand miles away And all the riches and the prizes just can't keep these blues away I curse the politicians and their bureaucratic slaves Who separate me from my home with cold Atlantic waves I close my eyes, I see the domes, the courtyards and the bay My old mates tell me 'welcome back' I never went away

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  • Zatopeks