More Big Country please; you need to experience their song:- "Porrohman" live from Borrowlands(same concert). That's is unlike anything you heard before... Please do at some point thanks...))
The autumn howled around the heads That hung so slack, with lips so red The blooms had withered leaves were shed Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade The crushing whine began its call And pointed fingers at us all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed The statues grin In Angle Park, the fountains crack In Angle Park The beaten cry behind white dress The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh While mothers wring their hands of tears The spelling books are in arrears The evil genius hugs his wife As tiles ring with fear of life The window fills with beating hearts Beat on blindly beat it all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed The statues grin In Angle Park, the fountains crack In Angle Park In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed The statues grin In Angle Park, the fountains crack In Angle Park
Thank you again for your Big Country reaction. I appreciate it very much. Love so much of their music, and from 1983-88 they were always with me. ❤
As a fan in the U.S.A, it was so cool to buy the Wonderland EP and get introduced to this song.. Its still one of my favorites by BC.
I've got a soft spot for these guys, were big on radio when I was a kid.
More Big Country please; you need to experience their song:- "Porrohman" live from Borrowlands(same concert). That's is unlike anything you heard before... Please do at some point thanks...))
Big country forever 😘
Thanks for this 🎉
Big country’s guitar sound resembles the bagpipes.. 👍
cracking stuff
More big country
The autumn howled around the heads
That hung so slack, with lips so red
The blooms had withered leaves were shed
Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade
The crushing whine began its call
And pointed fingers at us all
In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
The statues grin
In Angle Park, the fountains crack
In Angle Park
The beaten cry behind white dress
The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh
While mothers wring their hands of tears
The spelling books are in arrears
The evil genius hugs his wife
As tiles ring with fear of life
The window fills with beating hearts
Beat on blindly beat it all
In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
The statues grin
In Angle Park, the fountains crack
In Angle Park
In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
The statues grin
In Angle Park, the fountains crack
In Angle Park
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