Christian Death - Spectre (Love is dead)
1983 г.1983 г.
Expecting turn as the bullet pains, a play on pain/turn?
The bed is tangled on the floor - You'd better start and get out boy?
Last night was all a mistake, love..
You've gotta wanna stay, I wanna stay!
You can't always want always,
You go slow and go slower..
I found your soul smashed on these stairs -
Right or wrong?
Lament stands backed in corners.
(It's all a mistake)
You know you're sorry, you're sorry, you're sorry, your soul...
(It's all a mistake)
Put our loved ones in the oceans,
(It's all a mistake)
We've spent our loving on the cold steps,
But one of these days!
Can our love be strong? Oh, don't say no!..
You're sorry, you're sorry, your soul,
Your soul is old boy.
You found it stolen, it's stolen!
You found it stolen, it's stolen!
(It's all a mistake)
You're falling onto roses, Oh...
How can the stolen be sto...love child bring holding between us?
You fall in love, but still it must be me!
You fall in love, but still it must be me!
You fall in love, and not a stone will grow,
(It's all a mistake)
You fall in love, when it's dead and not a stone will grow.
(It's all a mistake)
You'd better not stay, not stay!
You'd better not stay, not stay!
Oh, only now, fall on me now ?
Oh, only love is dead!
Oh, only love is dead!
Oh, our love has been stolen.
You'd better not stay, not stay!
(It's all a mistake)
You'd better not stay, not stay!
(Oh, our love has been stolen)
Oh, only now,
(It's all a mistake)
Oh, only love is dead!
(Oh, our love has been stolen)
Oh, only love is dead!
Our love is stolen.
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Sex Gang Children - Arms of Cicero
1993 г.1993 г.
Cha!
Free from the itch of her sexual desire,
I believed in the things that happened to me.
So, she mastered the art of treating decay
To the babbling madmen with nothing to say.
So, I'm lower-class tooth,
And she's iron fisted,
I'm gunning for her money
In the arms of my Cicero.
Give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away…
Cha!
Barbers and scullions and charioteers
Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers.
They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo,
Who lives in the arms of this Cicero
She's bully with his eyes,
And a lover's secret,
I smile all the time,
Like an exile in Mantua.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away… ooh!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…
I'm king of the cafe cone
Chabanas is a sphynx
Who sells poison and guns
Not for holy reasons.
How I loved you, I sold
All my values, it’s funny,
How time slip away.
I'm lower-class tooth,
And she's iron fisted,
I'm gunning for her money
In the arms of my Cicero.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la
Walk away…
She's bully with his eyes,
And a lover's secret,
I smile all the time,
Like an exile in Mantua.
So, give us your guns,
And we'll give you nirvana-na-na-na la-la-la-la
Walk away… ooh!
P.S.
Знаки препинания я расставлял с некоторой маникальность, но из соображений удобства.
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