She stood up my oh my
She was ready for love
Fairly and squarely on her shoulders,
She felt such a sense of pòssibility
Filled her pockets with some rocks
Every morning at dawn
We’ll be heroes of built bitterness
We’ll turn stones into flowers
Flowers into stones,
We won’t shed a tear and…
•We could be heroes we could be heroes…
She stood up my oh my
She was ready to leave
Had no morphine to ease her pain
And she felt such a sense of possibility
‘filled her pockets with some rocks
Getting ready to drown
We’ll be heroes of built bitterness
We’ll turn stones into flowers
Flowers into stones,
We won’t shed a tear
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022