Holy Mother




by Eric Clapton and Stephen Bishop

Holy Mother, where are you?
Tonight I feel broken in two.
I've seen the stars fall from the sky.
Holy mother, can't keep from crying.

Oh I need your help this time,
Get me through this lonely night.
Tell me please which way to turn
To find myself again.

Holy mother, hear my prayer,
Somehow I know you're still there.
Send me please some peace of mind;
Take away this pain.

I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait any longer.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait for you.

Holy mother, hear my cry,
I've cursed your name a thousand times.
I've felt the anger running through my soul;
Holy Mother can't keep control

Oh I feel the end has come,
No longer my legs will run.
You know I would rather be
In your arms tonight.

When my hands no longer play,
My voice is still, I fade away.
Holy mother, then I'll be
Lying in, safe within your arms.




Dicono l'abbia scritta per un altro musicista che aveva il soprannome di 'Santa Madre'... e che non fosse proprio quel che si dice uno 'stinco di santo'.
E allora?... cosa cambia?... Dio permette le sviste e ci ride anche sopra!
Il bluesman potrà anche essere un rottame, strafatto, bevuto, fumato, allucinato.... ma una cosa la sa fare bene: domandare.
Questo è tutto quello che basta per la vera 'Holy Mother'

Ok mister Clapton I hear your voice!
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