Song Length |
5:00 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Subject |
Disasters, Danger |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Valmara 69
Milan's slipper girls perfect legs waltzing
each swaying pair of hips
self-assured beauty
outside on stages for more public scenes
great football legs playout pure skills
(chorus)
Mountain of the heart
crags within the mind
no river to be crossed
of the brutal kind
just something put away
neatly in a jar
that takes your hope
and hides those pretty little scars
(verse 2)
Tea is sipped in Afghan hills
as elders watch peg-leg children lurch with rugged balls
kick like wooden dolls
against wooden doors.
Hidden from the public's eye
the treacherous playground's secrets wait
patient in their tension lies
the lotto of the broken lives
the little muted cries
the stunned half-open eyes
mother's grief and horror now collides
to an instant of bewildering
(chorus)
(middle 8)
Ther will be no long-legged girls
bearing skin amidst the rocky soil
or strong and wealthy limbs juggling balls
the only flash of flesh in muslim hills
is sanctified by blood and part blown-off
full-blooded men just turn away
no desire can arise
but mourning, mourning for the callous times.