Act 1: Scene 3: The Grievances of the People
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โฑ๏ธ 4:39 duration
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๐ Lyrics
The sparrow, bedraggled, looks up through the rain
And dreams of a little more grain
The peacock, plump in his place in the sun
Ignores the sound of the distant guns
Their thunder falls upon deaf ears
The peacock never sniffs the air
He fails to see that a starvation diet brings
The scent of riot on the breeze
The King; The State; La France
Each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
The cupboard is bare
The State of France lies in disrepair
The Bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
If everyone is hungry, tell me, who can be content?
Altogether now!
We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
We shout out slogans that we make up
We thumb our noses, at those above
We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
We join a club, a safety net
But it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
We write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
Our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
But the pain we feel keeps us alive
Bushes and bones and sticks and stones
Now, then, women and men
In Manosque the bishops get what they deserve
Stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
Searching for our courage in... (3x)
...this folly
And dreams of a little more grain
The peacock, plump in his place in the sun
Ignores the sound of the distant guns
Their thunder falls upon deaf ears
The peacock never sniffs the air
He fails to see that a starvation diet brings
The scent of riot on the breeze
The King; The State; La France
Each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
The cupboard is bare
The State of France lies in disrepair
The Bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
If everyone is hungry, tell me, who can be content?
Altogether now!
We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
We shout out slogans that we make up
We thumb our noses, at those above
We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
We join a club, a safety net
But it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
We write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
Our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
But the pain we feel keeps us alive
Bushes and bones and sticks and stones
Now, then, women and men
In Manosque the bishops get what they deserve
Stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
Searching for our courage in... (3x)
...this folly
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:35.32] The sparrow, bedraggled, looks up through the rain
[00:39.78] And dreams of a little more grain
[00:48.07] The peacock, plump in his place in the sun
[00:52.74] Ignores the sound of the distant guns
[01:06.56] Their thunder falls upon deaf ears
[01:09.55] The peacock never sniffs the air
[01:21.54] He fails to see that a starvation diet brings
[01:29.80] The scent of riot on the breeze
[02:07.96] The King; The State; La France
[02:14.81] Each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
[02:19.87] The cupboard is bare
[02:23.83] The State of France lies in disrepair
[02:29.78] The Bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
[02:35.11] If everyone is hungry, tell me, who can be content?
[02:40.74] Altogether now!
[02:46.72] We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
[02:50.71] We shout out slogans that we make up
[02:54.76] We thumb our noses, at those above
[02:58.66] We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
[03:05.15] We join a club, a safety net
[03:12.01] But it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
[03:21.17] We write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
[03:26.82] Our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
[03:32.79] But the pain we feel keeps us alive
[03:38.63] Bushes and bones and sticks and stones
[03:41.92] Now, then, women and men
[03:45.07] In Manosque the bishops get what they deserve
[03:50.69] Stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
[03:56.00] Searching for our courage in... (3x)
[04:13.41] ...this folly
[04:24.03]
[00:39.78] And dreams of a little more grain
[00:48.07] The peacock, plump in his place in the sun
[00:52.74] Ignores the sound of the distant guns
[01:06.56] Their thunder falls upon deaf ears
[01:09.55] The peacock never sniffs the air
[01:21.54] He fails to see that a starvation diet brings
[01:29.80] The scent of riot on the breeze
[02:07.96] The King; The State; La France
[02:14.81] Each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
[02:19.87] The cupboard is bare
[02:23.83] The State of France lies in disrepair
[02:29.78] The Bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
[02:35.11] If everyone is hungry, tell me, who can be content?
[02:40.74] Altogether now!
[02:46.72] We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
[02:50.71] We shout out slogans that we make up
[02:54.76] We thumb our noses, at those above
[02:58.66] We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
[03:05.15] We join a club, a safety net
[03:12.01] But it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
[03:21.17] We write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
[03:26.82] Our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
[03:32.79] But the pain we feel keeps us alive
[03:38.63] Bushes and bones and sticks and stones
[03:41.92] Now, then, women and men
[03:45.07] In Manosque the bishops get what they deserve
[03:50.69] Stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
[03:56.00] Searching for our courage in... (3x)
[04:13.41] ...this folly
[04:24.03]