Gold
One billion people captive by destiny,
The lure of a market so vast and so virgin,
We open our arms to the man with the keys to the grove,
Freedom is relative to your point of origin,
Turn on your television, write your congressman,
Or run… From the square… From the tanks.. From the bloodshed left there ..
Chorus
It’s like Gold,
O o oh
It’s like Gold,
Oh and we fold at the prospect of riches untold.
The smoke hangs in the air,
The players watch nervously,
As the cards are dealt to their opponents respectively,
Guarding their keep from the drug
they all too well know.
Fortune’s dwindle, nerves fray,
Temper’s rise, voices raise,
Then out comes the nine, Son you’re not leaving alive..
Break
The motel room is secluded,
No one is the wiser,
Their spouses respectively,
Home in their houses,
Passion explodes, their lives in to pieces un told
Trust and Deciet both have their value if you’re coldly
Calculating the dips and the rises your left with yourself
Christophe Elie
Excellent electric folk song with a good message....almost has a Christian Rock vibe, intentional or unintentional, it's all good to my ears. I dig the slide guitar. Nice vocal work here!