All When We Were Young
You were my favorite, my favorite
We’d shed our dungarees, do anything you please
Some night we’d get so high, we’d be like Jesus Christ
We drove all around in cars, the world was ours
All when we were young
Do you hang him on that hill to teach us how to kill?
Did you string him up like that to teach us how to act?
Sometimes the things you do, they come back at you
His arms went out so wide, it taught us how to fly
All when we were young
So where’d those planes come from
That burned my city up?
All that smoke and ash, teaching us how to crash
Sometimes all the things you do, they come back at you
All that smoke and ash, teaching us how to crash
Sometimes the things you do, they come back at you
We drove around in cars, and the world was ours
All when we were young
© The Felice Brothers
Felice Brothers er den bedste opdagelse i 2009 – alle ders 3 (?) plader er fremragende på den støvede måde … man kan få fat i deres nye tour cd ‘Mix Tape’ via deres hjemmeside og den er også meget fin … og hvis man ikke kan få nok er der også sideprojektet The Duke and The King, som dog ikke er helt støvet nok i min bog …
Sheringham