Cover di Boys Don't Cry

Boys Don't Cry
Album - 29 febbraio 1980 - Debaser id 11313

di The Cure

Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

It won't take you long
To learn the new smile
You have to adapt
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train

It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone's happy
They're finally all the same
Because everyone's jumping
Everybody else's train

Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Il tuo voto:
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that it's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more, more, more...

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Il tuo voto:
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh! it's a plastic passion

Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh! it's a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh! it's a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh! it's a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
This plastic passion is murdering me
Oh! it's a plastic passion
Il tuo voto:
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you

Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could kill you
Without trying

That's accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy

Mirror mirror on the wall...
Il tuo voto:
You know you turn me on
Eyes so wide and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes

Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
Because I can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes

But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me...

Object object object object...

You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don't try to hold me
Because I don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes

But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me...

You're just an object
Object object object
You're just an object
Il tuo voto:
Midnight in the subway
She's on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she's not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around...

Turn around...
Il tuo voto:
Standing on a beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But hear no sound

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab

I can turn and walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab

Feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes of
The dead man on the beach

The dead man
On the beach

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
Il tuo voto:
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you

See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright

And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo

Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away...

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O

Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire
Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo
Il tuo voto:
No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt

No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt

Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything's coming to a...
Il tuo voto:
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