Premiata Forneria Marconi - Just Look Away lyrics
[Premiata Forneria Marconi - Just Look Away lyrics]
Scraping his bow
The old violinist plays out of tune
Blues on his fingers the people hurry by
As he plays upon his corner
Sometimes throw a coin
And if they see the pain in his eyes
They just look away old men in the park
Spitting at the world just count the hours
Faded flowers left up on the shelf
Trying to keep warm
In an overcoat of memories soon be dead
Scraping for fuel
This crazy old world is quite out of tune
Too many trumpets the people hurry by
All looking for a corner
And if they meet a friend
Who asks them to repay some old favour
They just look away
Old men in the dark sitting on the world
Play cards with words so absurd
The devil's harmony each man to himself
In a well cut suit of selfishness
Just looks away
The old violinist plays out of tune
Blues on his fingers the people hurry by
As he plays upon his corner
Sometimes throw a coin
And if they see the pain in his eyes
They just look away old men in the park
Spitting at the world just count the hours
Faded flowers left up on the shelf
Trying to keep warm
In an overcoat of memories soon be dead
Scraping for fuel
This crazy old world is quite out of tune
Too many trumpets the people hurry by
All looking for a corner
And if they meet a friend
Who asks them to repay some old favour
They just look away
Old men in the dark sitting on the world
Play cards with words so absurd
The devil's harmony each man to himself
In a well cut suit of selfishness
Just looks away