The Beat Of Black Wings — текст песни (mitchell joni)

I met a young soldier
He said his name was Killer Kyle
He was shakin` all over
Like a night-frightened child
This is his story
It`s a tough one for me to sing
Hard as the squawk and the flap
And the beat of--the beat of black wings
They gave me a gun, he said
They gave me a mission
For the power and the glory--
Propaganda--piss on `em
There`s a war zone inside me--
I can feel things exploding--
I can`t even hear the fucking music playing
For the beat of--the beat of black wings.
He said, I never had nothin`--
Nothin` I could believe in
My girl killed our unborn child
Without even grievin`!
I put my hands on her belly
To feel the kid kickin`--damn!
She`d been to some clinic
Oh--the beat of black wings.
They want you--they need you--
They train you to kill--
To be a pin on some map--
Some vicarious thrill--
The old hate the young
That`s the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in `em
To the beat of--the beat of black wings.
There`s a man drawing pictures
On the sidewalk with chalk
Just as fast as he draws `em
Rain come down and wash `em off
Keep the drinks comin` girl
`Til I can`t feel anything
I`m just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
I`m just the beat of black wings.
1988 Crazy Crow Music BMI