Bradman
(专辑: Hidden Things - 1992)
Sydney, 1926, this is the
story of a
man Just a
kid in from the
sticks, just a
kid with a
plan St George took a
gamble, played him in first grade Pretty soon that young man showed them how to flash the
blade And at the
age of nineteen he was playing for the
State From Adelaide to Brisbane the
runs did not abate He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight He was more than just a
batsman He was something like a
tide He was more than just one man, he could take on any side They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the
palm of his hand A
team came out from England Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a
chief All through the
summer of '28, '29 they gave the
greencaps no relief Some reputations came to grief They say the
darkest hour is right before the
dawn And in the
hour of greatest slaughter the
great avenger is being born But who then could have seen the
shape of things to come? In Bradman's first test he went for eighteen and for one They dropped him like a
gun Now big Maurice Tate was the
trickiest of them all And a
man with a
wisecracking habit But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears 'Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit' Bradman never forgot it He was more than just a
batsman He was something like a
tide More than just one man, he was a
match for any side Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the
palm of his hand England 1930 and the
seed burst into flower All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the
power He murdered them in Yorkshire, he danced for them in Kent He laughed at them in Leicestershire; Leeds was an event Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the
books That really knocked those gents The
critics could not comprehend this nonchalant phenomenon 'Why this man is a
machine' they said 'Even his friends say he isn't human' Even friends have to cut something He was more than just a
batsman He was something like a
tide More than just one man, he was half the
side Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the
of his hand Summer 1932 and Captain Douglas had a
plan When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled over sense When Oldfield hit the
ground they nearly jumped the
fence Now Bill Woodfull was as fine a
man as ever went to wicket And the
bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it But to this day he's still quoted and only he could wear it 'There are two sides out there today and only one of them's playing cricket' He was longer than a
memory, bigger than a
town His feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the
ground Fathers took their sons who never lost the
sound of the
roar of the
grandstand Now shadows grow longer and there's so much more yet to be told But we're not getting any younger, so let the
part tell the
whole Now the
players all wear colours, the
circus is in town I
no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground He was more than just a
batsman He was something like a
tide More than just one man, he was half the
bloody side They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the
palm of his hand