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You All Look Alike
- wykonawca: Byrds
(G. Goffin and C.King)
Roger McGuinn - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Hillman - Vocals, Bass
Michael Clarke - Drums
Clarence White - Guitar
Intro. (Electric Guitars)
Oh, I'd rather go and journey
Where the diamond crests are glowin'
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prismes
And break the light in colours
That no one knows the names of
And when it's time I'll go and wait
Beside a legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected
In its clear and jewelled waters
And if you think I'm ready
You may lead me to the castle
Where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another
Instrumental (Electric Guitars through Phasers)
I will want to dive beneath
The white cascading waters
She may beg she may plead
She may argue with her logic
And mention all the things I lose
That really have no value
In the end she will surely know
I wasn't born to follow
Ending (Electric Guitar)
© BMI
(G. Goffin and C.King)
Roger McGuinn - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Hillman - Vocals, Bass
Michael Clarke - Drums
Clarence White - Guitar
Intro. (Electric Guitars)
Oh, I'd rather go and journey
Where the diamond crests are glowin'
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prismes
And break the light in colours
That no one knows the names of
And when it's time I'll go and wait
Beside a legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected
In its clear and jewelled waters
And if you think I'm ready
You may lead me to the castle
Where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another
Instrumental (Electric Guitars through Phasers)
I will want to dive beneath
The white cascading waters
She may beg she may plead
She may argue with her logic
And mention all the things I lose
That really have no value
In the end she will surely know
I wasn't born to follow
Ending (Electric Guitar)
© BMI