The Fool on the Hill
Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool.
And he never gives an answer…
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice…
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings.
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
woah ooh,
Round and round and round.
He never listens to them,
Καθηλωτικοί στίχοι…
He (definitely) knows that they’re the fool!
Cause,
He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
😉
ΥΓ: ρε, συ, πλάκα είχε αυτός με το γράφιτι.
Ο Τρελός είναι η κάρτα χωρίς αριθμό στην τράπουλα Ταρώ…
an-lu, yes…
hracker, so, we’ve got to tell him:
And anytime you feel the pain,
hey Jude, refrain,
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders…
Thanks!
3 pad, a real nowhere man…
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