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| Qualm (Bloem/Chielie) download mp3 (14.152 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) She may be called Confiance, she may be nicknamed Bird She may be going slow or be by dieselmotor hurled I’ll rename her Bugger Off and take her out of here Avenging fury, scournfully ploughing through the atmosphere Every cloud should run about And trail the passing storm away And each new day in different ways Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom She’d bear me blissfully through unwide long canals Across great seas, obeying none but me, and her beloved Baals Every mile would take a while to drop into the widening gap But drop it would, the way the water always should, into the earth’s lap Every cloud should run about And trail the passing storm away And each new day in different ways Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom Chorus: Get me out of here, leave me be Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic The will to flee from social cluttering Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!) To hold my hands up high above you? And if the ship falls short of reaching me in time I’ll have to find a plane or train to take me from the grime A car, a bus, well anything in fact could do the work Anything to get away, to split the homefront mirk Every cloud should run about And trail the passing storm away And each new day in different ways Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom Chorus: Get me out of here, leave me be Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic The will to flee from social cluttering Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!) To hold my hands up high above you? And if I never find a means of transportation I’ll try to fly away myself by means of levitation If Buddha fails then God prevails And I will steal the Popemobile Anything that moves at all is fit to be my carriage Anything to save me from my marriage From my marriage Every cloud should run about And trail the passing storm away And each new day in different ways Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom Chorus: Get me out of here, leave me be Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic The will to flee from social cluttering Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!) To hold my hands up high above you? |