25.12.08

(....forever)

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a West End town

In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls

West End girls.

Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?

Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(How much do you need?)

In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End town, a dead end world

East End boys, West End Girls
West End girls.

You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait 'til I get you home
We've got no future, we've got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the Finland station
(How far have you been?)

In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
A West End town, a dead end world
East End Boys, West End girls
West End girls

(How far have you been?)

(... forever)

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2 comentarios:

RIPNE dijo...

Cuando un periodista deja fluir su genio, pueden salir canciones como esta que escribió Neil Tennant.
Quien dijo que el hip hop y el recitar rimas lo pusieron de moda los negros en los '90?
Tennant lo hizo antes... Y mejor.

Silvia dijo...

Hablar de Tennant amerita un babero en mi caso. Todo un gentleman y el mejor exponente del techno y de la cultura inglesa as far as I'm concerned.
Mi genio, como puse en una entrada de hace, creo, un año, está básicamente moldeado por esta banda desde mis 9 años.

Proud to say.

:)