Maniaq

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?

There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of
We are the sons of 1470

The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the son of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?

(Dick/Paterson/Boult)

Rok 1497. Plynie sobie statek piracki straszliwego kapitana 'Rudobrodego'. Nagle na horyzoncie pojawia sie statek towarowy. Majtek z bocianiego gniazda wola:
- Kapitanie statek towarowy na horyzoncie!
- Dobra jest! Podajcie moja czerwona koszule!!!
Kapitan zalozyl koszule, dokonali abordazu, straszliwej rzezi i statek byl ich. Plyna dalej. Nagle na horyzoncie pojawia sie drugi statek towarowy.
Majtek z bocianiego gniazda wola:
- Kapitanie statek towarowy na horyzoncie!
- Dobra jest! Podajcie moja czerwona koszula!!!
Znow zalozyl koszule, dokonali abordazu, straszliwej rzezi i statek byl ich. Po kilku takich "akcjach", jeden z marynarzy pyta:
- Kapitanie! Dlaczego na "akcje" zawsze zaklada pan czerwona koszule?
- Bo jak napadamy na statek, to moga mnie przeciez ranic, a na czerwonej koszuli nie widac plam krwi. A gdy nie widac, z kapitan jest ranny, to duch zalogi nie upada i wszyscy walcza jak lwy!!!
W tym momencie majtek z bocianiego gniazda wola:
- Kapitanie 12 brytyjskich statkow wojennych!!!
- Dobra jest!!! Podajcie moje brazowe spodnie.

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