Cinco canciones para un lunes. Hoy: Morrisey!
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Cinco canciones para un lunes
Hoy: Morrisey!
Hoy quise empezar el día con cinco canciones del cantante, compositor y autor británico Steven Morrisey a quien quizás algunos conozcan por haber sido el líder de The Smiths hasta 1987 cuando comenzó su carrera como solista.
First of the gang to die
You have never been in love
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love
Until you have seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love
Until you have seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves
And you’re standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
And you’re standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
You have never been in love
Until you’ve seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bone
Until you’ve seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves
And you’re standing on our streets
Where Hector was the
First of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And you’re standing on our streets
Where Hector was the
First of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away
And not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away
Everyday is like Sunday
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
«How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here»
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Etch a postcard :
«How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here»
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
Everyday is like Sunday
«Win yourself a cheap tray»
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
«Win yourself a cheap tray»
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Suedehead
Why do you come here?
And why do you hang around?
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
And why do you hang around?
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know, oh
Why do you come?
Why do you telephone?
And why sed me silly notes?
I´m so sorry
I´m so sorry
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know, oh
Why do you come?
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know, oh
Why do you come?
You had to sneak into my room
Just to read my diary
«It was just to see, just to see»
All the things you knew I’d written about you
Oh, so many illustrations
Oh, but
I’m so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened now
Just to read my diary
«It was just to see, just to see»
All the things you knew I’d written about you
Oh, so many illustrations
Oh, but
I’m so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened now
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, a good lay
It was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, a good lay
It was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Let me kiss you
There’s a place in the sun for anyone
Who has the will
Chase one and I think I found mine
Yes I do believe I have found mine.
So, close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh.
Let me kiss you, oh.
Who has the will
Chase one and I think I found mine
Yes I do believe I have found mine.
So, close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh.
Let me kiss you, oh.
I zigzagged all over America
And I cannot find
A safety haven
Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder
I’ve heard that you’d try anything twice
And I cannot find
A safety haven
Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder
I’ve heard that you’d try anything twice
Close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh.
Let me kiss you, oh.
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh.
Let me kiss you, oh.
But then you open your eyes
And you see someone that you physically despise
But my heart is open
My heart is open to you.
And you see someone that you physically despise
But my heart is open
My heart is open to you.
Alma Matters
So the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway?
It’s my life to wreck
My own way
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway?
It’s my life to wreck
My own way
You see to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, I’ve never been surer
It’s my life to ruin
My own way
May seem wrong to you
But, I’ve never been surer
It’s my life to ruin
My own way
You see to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
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