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Swords

2009 |

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Good Looking Man About TownVer letra 2:54

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letra de Good Looking Man About Town
I'm not running away, I'm running to
Corruption of the spirit, isn't in it
For a good looking man about town?

Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you feeling heartbroken
'Cause you'll never be mistaken for the
Good looking man about town?

You've got your degree then you flew to Mars
But you still feel wretched
'Cause you'll never be naked with the
Good looking man about town

Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you scared to death of even looking at the
Flesh of a good looking man about town?

Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me"
Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me"
Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me"

On the midnight streets, no moon and no stars
No one around to come down
And to soften the stings to my heart
On the midnight streets, no moon and no stars
And no one around to come down
And to soften the stings to my heart

The dream is sand in my hands
The dream becomes sand in my hands
Don't Make Fun of Daddy's Voice 2:53
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look at Me 3:46
GanglordVer letra 5:19

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Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me...
And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me...

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

And I'm turning to you, to save me...
And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me! Save me...
To save me, save me, to save me!

Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all

Ganglord, there's a clock on the wall
And it makes a joke of us all

And I'm turning to you, to save me...
And I'm turning to you, to save me, save me...
To save me, save me, to save me!

Ganglord, remember!
The police can always be bribed...

Ganglord, remember!
The police can always be bribed...

They say 'to protect and to serve'
But what they really want to say is:
"Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!"
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
My Dearest LoveVer letra 3:57

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These tears I'm wailing
I spill not without reason
Remove them
My dearest love
My...

Take me
To the place I've been dreaming of
Where the grotesquely lonely
Meet the grotesquely lonely
And they whisper
Just very softly
Please be mine
Dearest Love
Be my dearest love
Be my dearest love

I have hung on, hung on
Hung on for one hundred years
For someone to shake me
Someone to wake me
if necessary someone to break me
My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love...
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
The Never-Played Symphonies 3:02
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
Sweetie PieVer letra 4:19

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Sweetie Pie
I've fallen in love
And the joke is on me
And the sun's given up
I'm depending on you
To see I get safely to
The port where my heart
Is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time

Sweetie Pie
I'm ending my life
Because I've fallen in love
And nothing is enough
I'm depending on you
To see I get safely to
The port where my heart
Is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time

Sweetie Pie
How I feel in my mind
And how I live in the world
They are oceans apart
I'm depending on you
To see I get safely to
The port where my heart
Is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time
Christian DiorVer letra 3:56

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Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On aroma and clothes
Fabric and dyes

Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On grandeur and style
And making the poor rich smile.

You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even write their own name

Christian Dior
You wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve.

You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell the wrong name

Oh, Christian Dior
Oh, Christian Dior

When you look at me
Failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian Dior

I could've run loudly and proudly
Or forcible entrian
Morally bankrupt
And never known violent
And drawn to what scares me
And scared of what bores me
Years alone will never be returned

Christian Dior
Lionise maverick, ah
Design if you can, ah
The way to just be a man, ah
To just be a man, ah

Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Oh, Christian Dior
Composición: Boz Boorer, Morrissey
Shame Is the NameVer letra 3:52

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Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name

Hey boy - are you happy to be
A dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
And you're sick all night
Is this the sum of your life?

What's your name, what's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
Your ambitions and aims?
He laughed and said

Shame is the name
He said Shame is the name
Shame is the name
He said Shame is the name

Hey girl - are you happy to be
A dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
And you're sick all night
Is this all you was born for?

What's your name, what's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
Ambitions and aims?
She laughed and said

Shame is the name
She said Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name

Politician - can you listen
To yourself for just once in your life?
Because there's something you said
To mean soldiers are dead
Because the money you save
Seniors are in their grave

Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name

Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
Composición: Alain Whyte, MorrisseyMúsicos invitados: Chrissie Hynde (Vocals [Some Vocals]), Chrissie Hynde (Harp)
Munich Air Disaster 1958Ver letra 2:29

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letra de Munich Air Disaster 1958
We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

They can't hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
I Knew I Was NextVer letra 3:49

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letra de I Knew I Was Next
So what do you think I am?
And how precisely could you tell
A decent skin is all I am?
People think badly of me
But one day maybe they'll praise
Oh but meanwhile...

I knew I was next
And I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

The shadows of trees, they reach to me
They know a decent skin is all I am
People think badly of me
But when I'm in grave maybe they'll praise
Oh but meanwhile...

I knew I was next
And I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

Oh but meanwhile...
I knew I was next
And I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

I knew I was next
And I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can say to hurt you
Composición: Jesse Tobias, Morrissey
It's Hard to Walk Tall When You're Small 3:30
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
Teenage Dad on His EstateVer letra 4:06

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You chase in the rat-race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely
But still you look down on the
Teenage dad on, on his estate
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his baby and his modest home
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news
And still you look down on the
Teenage dad on, on his estate
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his baby and his modest home
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor, but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone ahh
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone ahh
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
Children in PiecesVer letra 4:00

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Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns cold mothers
and the christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children
Judges and priests and police and cardinals
they look the other way
When the weekend comes
they'll make use of those

Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns cold mothers
and the christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children

You say you wanna go home
you say you wanna be left alone
and so you turn to me
but instead of sympathy I find
my sentimental heart hardens
my sentimental heart hardens
Get your hands off me
Kid, you must be bad luck
My sentimental heart hardens

(backwards)
and the christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children
Composición: Jesse Tobias, Morrissey
Friday MourningVer letra 4:07

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

And when they hold me down
And when they kick 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
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
My Life Is a Succession of People Saying GoodbyeVer letra 2:53

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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
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?
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey
Drive-In SaturdayVer letra 5:01

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Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot let's go to bed
And don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright
Point towards another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the Dome
Can lend us a book
We can read up alone

And try, try like once before
When people stared
In David Johansen's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she's got to have him
It's a crash-course for the Ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation
Amid this fall-out saturation
Cursing at the Astronettes
That stand in steel by his cabinets
He is crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for Ageing Men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Once it raged, the sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
When she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And she'd turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday
Iit's a drive-in Saturday
Composición: David Bowie
Because of My Poor EducationVer letra 3:25

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Because of my poor education
I don't expect your invitation
A ship lost inches away from the bay

Because of my poor education
I can't endure my situation
This here is my bed and I must lie

Because of this strange indentation
I live my life without affection
Kind-hearted
View me and say "Thank God that's not me"

Once I was sure I had found my hero
And I allowed myself to think so
Reality is not real to me
Composición: Alain Whyte, Morrissey