Jacques Brel - Marathon (Les Flamandes) lyrics

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Jacques Brel - Marathon (Les Flamandes) lyrics

Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Join us now, we're on a marathon We're always dancing when the music plays Join us now, we're on a marathon Dancing, dancing through the nights and days We must dance because the Twenties roar The Twenties roar because there's bathtub gin Vo-de-o-do and the road to sin The road to whoopee and a whole lot more Charles A. Lindberg, tons of confetti Dempsey-Tunney, Sacco and Vanzetti Black, black Monday and the market drops But we keep on dancing, dancing, we can't stop Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Join us now, we're on a marathon We're always dancing when the music plays Join us now, we're on a marathon Dancing, dancing through the nights and days We must dance because the Thirties scream The Thirties scream because the Horsemen ride Orphan Annie lives, Daddy Warbucks dies Breadlines, shanty towns, Frankenstein's bride Adolf Hitler and the Siegfried follies Joseph Stalin and a bag full of jollies Call your broker and buy marzipan While we keep on dancing, dancing on and on Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Join us now, we're on a marathon We're always dancing when the music plays Join us now, we're on a marathon Dancing, dancing through the nights and days We must dance because the Forties burn The Forties burn because the trumpets blare The Yanks are coming, coming over there Auschwitz, Edelweiss, Drang and Sturm Manhattan Project, Robert Oppenheim God makes mushrooms just as God makes time Peace is sweet, man, like a lollipop So we keep on dancing, dancing, we can't stop Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Join us now, we're on a marathon We're always dancing when the music plays Join us now, we're on a marathon Dancing, dancing through the nights and days We must dance because the Fifties zing The Fifties zing because the Sixties swing And the Seventies flash and the Eighties bang And the Nineties whimper and the century hangs Robots working in the cotton fields Vacations on Venus just a tourist deal Fornication on tape, instant happiness So we keep on dancing, dancing, we can't rest Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon Marathon, marathon Mara, mara, marathon