Morrissey - Glamorous glue
Tekst :
First day with the jar
You find
Everyone lies
First day with the jar
You find
Everyone lies, nobody minds
Everyone lies
Where is the man you respect ?
And where is the woman you love ?
Where s the woman you love ?
Third week with the jar
You find
Everything dies
We won t vote Conservative
Because we never have
Everyone lies, everyone lies
Where is the man you respect ?
And where is the woman you love ?
Where s the woman you love ?
Everything of worth
On Earth
Is there
To share
I used to dream, and I used to vow
I wouldn t dream of it now
We look to Los Angeles
For the language we use
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
Now I m too much in love
I m too much in love
I know
I ll go
Empty hand
From the land
Inne utwory
Alma matters Asian rut Born to hang Oh phoney Human being To me you are a work of art This is not your country My love life Lost There speaks a true friend Tomorrow The more you ignore me, the closer i get Journalists who lie Best friend on the payroll You have killed me Losowe utwory
No one knows what goes on inside of your head
And everything seems to be ok.
And your the same as you ve always been (your the same)
If I d listened, would you have talked to me?
I don t wanna Let You Down,
But I can t...
My whole life rides on the mood of my lady
Her ups and downs are turning my life around
She s happy today, it s like a breath of new life
But tomorrow her sorrow will tear me down.
Slowly, oh slowly I can tell that she needs me
It shows right through the walls...
Wir sind im raum, der leben heißt
zweiwegetraum, getrennt verreist
vergiß meinen namen, verschenk deine wut
erfinde und erfahre mich
nimm mich und bewahre mich
lös mich auf, der weg ist das ziel
keine tränen, keine gewalt
nichts ist richtig, nichts ist falsch...
I wanna have the same last dream again
The one where I wake up and I m alive
Just as the four walls close me within
My eyes are opened up with pure sunlight
I m the first to know
My dearest friends
Even if your hope has burned with time
Anything that s dead shall be...
Ref.
Nie obchodzi mnie czy tolerujesz to co robię, nie,
Czarny hip-hop zdobię, tak! Ulicy szachownicy pakt - tak,
Czas wyłożyć karty na blat, blat, blat - szach mat.
Szach mat ucina kraty jak rak,
szach mat jestem wolny jak ptak,
wszak wygoda zależna od tego co mam,
wiem że...