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What Is Really Beautiful - Kath Bloom



     
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While people play their games of fear
We will pass away
Look at you, you're older than last year
You're afraid, you are, you are, you are
Business men will always count their men
On their deathbeds do they have regrets?
While horses pound across the plain
Men will blow up other men againWhat is really beautiful to us?
Tell me, tell me
What is really beautiful to us?
You see, you see
What is really beautiful to us?
You see, you see
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meWhile machine guns always grace us
I cannot forget the tenderness I've seen
In the trenches you can pine away
Waiting for the chance to have your day
While the monster cowers in the dark

Business men will find a place to parkWhat is really beautiful to us?
Tell me, tell me
What is really beautiful to us?
You see, you see
What is really beautiful to us?
Ha, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meWhile people play their games of fear
We will pass away
Look at you you're older than last year
You're afraid, you are, you are, you areWhat is really beautiful to us?
Tell me, tell me
What is really beautiful to us?
You see, you see
What is really beautiful to us?
Tell me, Tell me,
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

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Kath Bloom was born and raised in New Haven, CT, where she learned to play guitar among the headstones of her local cemetery. She met avant-garde guitarist Loren Mazzacane Connors in 1976 and together they recorded six limited edition albums of fragile folk and blues melodies between 1981 and 1984.

After her collaborations with Connors, Kath entered a period of child-rearing and family life, returning to recording in the early 90s.

Read more about Kath Bloom on Last.fm.


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