The 33rd Of August Testo

Testo The 33rd Of August

(J. Baez)

Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.

[Chorus:]
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.

Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.

But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled