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השיר “שקיעה מלוכלכת” עוסק בבדידות, עצמאות, והמסע האישי של אדם שחי בדרכים עם אנשים דומים לו
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Verse 1
A dirty sunset,
low clouds hang heavy,
rolling toward me
as I head south
to the dry fields.
Guess that’s how it goes.
Chorus
I’m a lone rider,
don’t need no one.
My truck, my dog,
my knife
what else do I need, huh?
Ain’t much to it.
[Verse 2: Letting Go]
I empty my thoughts,
let go of the day,
pointless people,
all the noise they make
ain’t for me, y’know?
[Verse 3: Fellow Travelers]
Passing by campfires
left by men like me,
old drifters slowing down,
facing roads
that hold them tight.
Reckon they’ve been around.
[Chorus: A Lone Rider]
I’m a lone rider,
don’t need no one.
My truck, my dog,
my knife
sometimes a woman
for the night.
Far as I can tell, it’s enough.
Verse 4
I smell like a campfire,
clothes molded to my bones,
boots that were my father’s,
and a pride well-earned.
Ain’t the first time.
Verse 5
Soon the road will end,
darkness closing
the day’s weary eyes.
Glowing embers
light my path.
Guess I’ll see.
Outro
Hey, Tom,
(it’s me).
Lone rider,
no one,
dog,
knife,
someone for the night.
Anyhow, it’s just how it is.
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