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'The Troubadour's Gypsy'
I know I said I would follow you anywhere
But that just plain ain't true
Cuz people change as the years roll by
Looks like

Troubadour

Vusi Mahlasela

The Voice

2003

(Troubadour, troubadour, troubadour)
Oh troubadour
Did they ask you why
You traversed the street
Oh Troubadour
Did they even look at your face

troubadour

Oh- troubadour
Or did you still stubbornly hope the poetics of humanity
Will spread throughout
The desert of their inhumanity
Brought by the years

if you've an ear to lend
I give to you my troubadour's lament

A second hand mentality will trade the new for old
A trick that bears repeating when

VERSE
On a dusty highway, beneath a clear blue sky
Guitar strumming softly as the miles roll by
Chasing dreams and melodies, a troubadour's delight

you wonder 'bout the way that they made you feel
He was a troubadour in disguise
And someone who might take you by surprise
And if you had a little time

time and existence.

The story I am about to tell you, is about two troubadours, who love Persia and have gone on a journey in search of the Jâme-Jam,

troubadour
Hear me strumming by your door
Which local tidbits shall I rhyme this time?

Where the city meets the town
Brown yuppies and hobo clowns
Blue collar

to give
Until you can't give no more
Long live the troubadour
Long live the troubadour

By now every town starts to look the same
You're married

The lights are low the stage is set 
The hush before the midnight barroom minuet 
Bottles broken on the floor 
Billy stagers over by the door 

It's

We are pulled apart by the Strings of each other's Hearts
And you say it's for the best
Yeh it might be for the best

There’s a hole in the Wall

and memories, with each guitar strum
The life of a troubadour, is the life you'll love

In the living room, a sun-soaked scene
Steady scratch of gold, sparked

before
cnd I might find Spokane line by early Sunday morn'
Tuck away in corner stage tell my stories to
c crowd that ain't there for me, but I don't have

to claim him
But the music gave him light
Now he roams the land banjo in hand
Bringing smiles by the score
Then off he'll roam cause there's no home
For

I followed you like I was a troubadour's ghost
Drawn along by your music, poetry and prose
It was unclear like phrases that nobody knows
Hidden in

Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things

Broke, Stressed, Hopeless
Fresh out

by time and proof
It's bones in the sand, guitar in hand... you're a troubadour and don't even know it
It's dreams that sink, needles with ink...

at the seams
Looking a little Haggard and feeling kinda Jones
Walking down the road
A sacred path of stone
A troubadour 's dream I can feel it in my bones

these chords
Full of subtle metaphors
Cause, he is the last troubadour

Thru his travels far and wide
So many people 
they just pass him by
But this

tunes 
In my six string world 
I can sing like Hank and Merle 
Yeah I'm one of them troubadours 
Til reality knocks at my door 
And then 
I close my eyes

his fire for the strings
And he drank himself to burn out in the end
One man fall on his sword
One man pray to the lord
But the troubadour puts one foot

He came right over to me
cnd he said “how you doin'?
You look you could use a dance before the night is over”  
He had a smug grin
Encouraged by his

sing along
Troubadours must always die alone
Make my bed, I'm coming, coming home

Days keep time by dust
Bury filigree and lace
The fuel is gone in

Sister Rosetta (Capture the Spirit)

The Noisettes

What's the Time Mr. Wolf?

2007

She's a caged animal
London by night
Crashing lights and cymbals
Queens of twilight
And if I was you
I'd use the loo
Before the long drive
We