A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes Were smoking out along the open road The night was very dark and thick between them Each man beneath his ordinary load "I'd like to tell my story" Said one of them so young and bold "I'd like to tell my story Before I turn into gold" But no one really could hear him The night so dark and thick and green Well I guess that these heroes must always live there Where you and I have only been Put out your cigarette, my love You've been alone too long And some of us are very hungry now To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong I sing this for the crickets I sing this for the army I sing this for your children And for all who do not need me "I'd like to tell my story" Said one of them so bold "Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story 'Cos you know I feel I'm turning into gold"

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque un groupe de héros solitaires qui se retrouvent sur la route, portant chacun leur fardeau. À l'ombre de la nuit dense, l'un d'eux souhaite partager son histoire avant de mourir, mais il peine à se faire entendre dans ce silence pesant. Cela met en lumière l’isolement et le besoin d’écoute, tandis que l’auteur chante pour ceux qui ont souffert, pour les enfants innocents, et pour tous ceux qui vivent en marge. Cela reflète une quête de sens et de connexion dans un monde où les histoires individuelles se perdent souvent.