{"id":3995,"date":"2015-01-30T18:55:51","date_gmt":"2015-01-30T16:55:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tintenwolf.mrkeks.net\/?page_id=3995"},"modified":"2015-01-30T18:59:40","modified_gmt":"2015-01-30T16:59:40","slug":"songtext-goldwatch-blues-von-mick-softley-donovan","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/tintenwolf.mrkeks.net\/en\/satex\/2014-11-15-wir-stoeren-gern-seminararbeit-straszenmusik\/songtext-goldwatch-blues-von-mick-softley-donovan\/","title":{"rendered":"Songtext \u2013 Goldwatch Blues (von Mick Softley \/ Donovan)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Donovan: Goldwatch Blues<\/i>, by Mick Softley, What’s Bin Did And What’s Bin Hid. 1965, LP.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I went up for my interview on the fourth day of July.
\nFirst old man he questioned me until I nearly cried,
\nMade me fill in forms until I shook with fear
\nAbout the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin’s queer.<\/p>\n

CHROUS:<\/p>\n

Here’s your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
\nAnd your piece of paper to say you left here sane.
\nAnd if you’ve a son who wants a good career
\nJust get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty
\nyears.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

He asked me how many jobs I’d had before.
\nHe nearly had a heart attack when I answered, four.
\nFour jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be
\nWe only take on men who work until they die. CHORUS.<\/p>\n

He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line.
\nThis is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime
\nAnd if you come to work for us on this you must agree,
\nThat if you’re going to die please do it during tea. CHORUS.<\/p>\n

This story that you heard you may think rather queer
\nBut it is the truth you’ll be surprised to hear.
\nI did not want no job upon the board,
\nI just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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