Letra de Gethsemane - Richard Thompson

Among the headstones you played as boys
Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys
Just up the river from the smoke and the noise
Gethsemane
And there�s war-whoops and secret signs in the trees
Estuary smells coming up on the breeze
O perfect endless days like these
O Gethsemane
Sailboat on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay
In your eyes there�s fire, in your hand destiny
�O be something, be something fine!�
Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke
Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk
Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you�ll never get the joke
Gethsemane
And they broke your spirit there in the marines
Flushed your head down in the latrines
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Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens
Never saw the enemy
And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go
The fire in your eyes, how could they know
�O be something, be something fine!�
Now you�ve got your own boys, hell bent for leather
Dead before they�re 18, or bitter old men forever
They never saw the halo moon rise over the river
Of Gethsemane
Now there�s a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes
Better get it seen to, it�s going to be bad news
How did the perfect world get so confused
O Gethsemane
Who sucked out the freedom, days without end
Under the weight of it all you must bend
�O be something, be something fine!�