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A Song Free of Trouble / Au Fin du Monde (Double A​-​Side)

by The New Birds of America

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Someday I’d like to write A song free of trouble A song that you can go to sleep by at night Night after night In a world free of trouble But it’s a troubled world of which we are a part Where we find our treasure, where we find our heart And a troubled song may simply mean The pains of our beloved haven’t gone unseen Someday I’d like to write A song free of trouble A song that you can go to sleep by at night Night after night In a world free of trouble I sometimes worry We’re relentlessly stockpiling A monotony of songs Crafted from and worthlessly preserving All the world’s wrongs But I don’t think we’re meant to let go of all the beauty We put in our songs of protest and misery We can wish the present forms of this world to fade away But still remember the loves we loved in our troubled days Someday I will write A song free of trouble A song that you’ll go to sleep by at night Night after night In a world free of trouble And in those days to come When we sing one of our trouble songs A song from when we were first in love It’ll be strange and sweet Like a song learned in a dream
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I’d tell you without you to hold The world would grow dark and the world would grow cold But in a time of fear and waste That kind of love making seems in such terrible taste I’d offer you the greatest treasures The rarest furs and jewels beyond measure But we know extravagant thiefs Just bring us all to extravagant griefs I’d be your armored knight And to the death for your love I’d fight But in an age of war and terror Romantic violence seems the greatest error Quand il n’y a plus Des mots d’amour Meme en silence Je vous aime toujours I’d tell you I’m dying of love A fever you’re both the cause and the cure of But the metaphor’s obscene When we’re menaced by viruses and race for vaccines I’d liken the love you make To a howling hurricane or crushing earthquake But not while displays of nature’s power Seem to countdown to this earth’s final hour Au fin du monde Je vous aime encore Meme au fin du temps Je vous adore When there are no more words for love I’ll love you wordlessly Silent if we must be And when at last time’s river stops And leaves its banks and bed bone dry That's not the end for you and I Quand il n’y a plus Des mots d’amour Meme en silence Je vous aime toujours Au fin du monde Je vous aime encore Meme au fin du temps Je vous adore

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released June 15, 2022

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The New Birds of America is Blaise Moritz and sometimes others.

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