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bloody hell

wrath of god - part 2

Posted on 2011.01.22 at 08:41
Humeur actuelle: derigible
Musique actuelle: This American Life (11:30 am)
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Could this be an arm around my waist?
well, surely the hand contains a knife?
it's been so all of my life
why change now?
"it hasn't!"
now this might surprise you, but
I find I'm OK by myself
and I don't need you
or your morality to save me
no, no, no, no, no
Then came an arm around my shoulder
well surely the hand holds a revolver?
it's been so all of my life
why change now?
"it hasn't!"
now this might disturb you, but
I find I'm OK by myself
and I don't need you
or your benevolence to make sense
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
After all these years I find I'm OK by myself
and I don't need you
or your homespun philosophy
no, no, no, no
This might make you throw up in your bed:
I'M OK BY MYSELF!
and I don't need you
and I never have, I never have
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!



Reflecting from my deathbed
I'm balancing life's riches against the ditches
and the flat gray years in between
All I can see are the never-laid
That's the never-played symphonies

I can't see those who tried to love me
All those who felt they understood me
and I can't see those who very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never-laid
Or the never-played symphonies

You were one, you meant to be one
and you jumped into my face and laughed
and kissed me on the cheek and then were gone forever
...not quite

Black sky in the daytime
and I don't much mind dying
When there is nothing left to care for anymore
Just the never-laid, the never-played symphonies

You were one, you knew you were one
and you slipped right thru my fingers
No not literally but metaphorically
and now you're all I see as the light fades



My life is an
Endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
My life is
An endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
And what's left for me?
What's left for me?

At one time
The future it stretched out before me
But now it stretches behind me.
And all of the best things in life
Are behind glass
Money, jewelry and flesh
And what's left for me?
What's left for me?



Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights, I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you
Through tears, I told you
Friday mourning, there comes a time
A fall that breaks this very smug mug of mine

This dawn raid soon put paid to
All the things I'd whispered to you
At night time
And I will never stand naked in front of you
Or if I do, it won't be for a long time

Look once to me, just once to me
Then look away
Look once to me, then look away

And when they hauled me down the hall
And when they kicked me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents and bosses
Who all share a point of view
You are a loser
You are a loser

Friday, friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back




There is something I wanted to tell you, it's so funny you'll kill yourself
laughing
But then I, I look around, and I remember that I am alone
Alone. For evermore.
The tile yard all along the railings, up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you'll find, despair and I, calling to you with what's left of my heart, my heart. For evermore.
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, sullenly on a chair on the pavement; here you'll find my thoughts and I, and here is the very last plea from my heart. My heart. For evermore.
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, under slate grey Victorian sky,
Here you'll find despair and I, and here I am every last inch
of me is yours...YOURS...For evermore.
Your leg came to rest against mine, then you lounged with knees up
and apart, and me and my heart - we knew... We just knew...
For evermore.
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I, and still we say come back,
Come back to Camden
And I'll be good
I'll be good
I'll be good
I'll be good.





I am hated for loving
I am hated for loving
Anonymous call, a poison pen
A brick in the small of the back again
I still don't belong
To anyone - I am mine

And I am hated for loving
I am haunted for wanting
Anonymous call, a poison pen
A brick in the ... ah ...
A brick in the small of the back again
I still don't belong
To anyone - I am mine

I am falling
With no-one to catch me
I am falling
And there's still
No-one to catch me
Ah ..
Anonymous call, a poison pen
A brick in the ... ah ...
A brick in the small of the back again
I just don't belong
To anywhere
I just don't belong
Mmm ...




You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, But don't stare
Because he's still there
Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law
This world is full, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, And say a prayer
Because he's still there

Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law
This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms
And love me, And love me

What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind
Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me
No it's just more lock jawed pop stars
Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey
They're so scared to show intelligence
It might smear their lovely career

This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores
I am not one, I am not one
You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can
Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me

Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me
Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me





America, your head's too big
Because, America,
Your belly's too big
And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you is

In America
The land of the Free, they said
And of Opportunity
In a just and a truthful way
But where the President
Is never black, female or gay
And until that day
You've got nothing to say to me
To help me believe
In America

"It brought you the hamburger"
Well. America, you know where
You can shove your hamburger
And don't you wonder
Why in Estonia they say
"Hey you, Big fat pig
You fat pig, You fat pig"

Steely-blue eyes with no love in them
Scan The World
And a humourless smile
With no warmth within
Greets the world
And I, I have got nothing
To offer you
No-no-no-no-no
Just this heart deep and true
Which you say you don't need

See with your eyes
Touch with your hands, please
Hear through your ears
Know in your soul, please
For haven't you me with you now?
And I love you, I love you, I love you
And I love you, I love you, I love you


http://www.azlyrics.com/m/morrissey.html - I need some Morrissey/Smiths icons!

http://www.sing365.com/index.html - LYRICS

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