Cover di Blue Sunshine

Blue Sunshine
Album - 23 agosto 1983 - Debaser id 72238

di The Glove

One mile in the air that's where she lives
Her body looks so thin and pink and small
Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
And swallowing her fingers as they fall

Two people dance on the edge
Three of us push them away
There's nowhere to go
We're all in this
But nothing can hurt us at all

Fight her all you want you'll never win
Couldn't we just once leave her in bed
Let the dry air cut her happy throat
Hide her heart and lose her happy head

First I was a murderer then I was a saint
Now I live on stolen time
Twist and run like paint
Like an animal

Tuesday in the sun
Nothing could be worse
Not now not ever not anymore...
Il tuo voto:
Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Saw you dance like dice
And tumble to the floor
Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Whirl your disney arms
And jump the merry-go-round
The umbrella man is shouting
We shake his paper hands
There's mirrors down beneath
Our feet so "let's skate down
The street" the casino man is
Laughing he wears a shivering hat
We peel away like tinsel
Stick like splinters to the wall
Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
She saw you dressed in rags
In-and-out of a jack-in-a-box
Because she's a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Whirl your see-saw-arms
And ride the catherine wheel
(foot, foot)
Il tuo voto:
Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress
It's the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air
I think that I'm jazzy like Christ

One more cigarette and the car burns slow
Burning like the body waiting at home
Throw out your teeth and call all your friends
Someone's coughing took away my breath
Inches of glass all shiny and new
Screaming laughing fucks me to death

One more boy full of writhing white mice
Rolls over again in a London disguise
The blood bath woman in room number one
Sex-eye-make-up tonight
She just woke up today to do as she's told
Do you want to touch her?
Il tuo voto:
Here comes the book
The book of rules
If you play this game
You won't stay the same
You could win your golden teeth
Be a spinning top
Use a riding crop

Mr Alphabet says
"Smile like a weasel
As I cover you...
Cover you in treacle"

We all know impatience is a sin
So do as you're told to do
It's so rewarding to
And you could win the tin man's heart
Be a chiming clock
Lie on the chopping block

Mr Alphabet says
"Give me all your money
Just to cover you
Cover you in honey"

Don't be afraid
There's no marmalade
Don't be afraid
I wouldn't even dream of it!
Il tuo voto:
Your morning smile of torture
Holds me in its grip
You trace the taste of yesterday
The bruise upon my lip
You touch my eyes and hypnotize
And slip inside my heart
I wait for this forever
But we always fall apart

You want to hold me closer
And secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night

This espionage is sweeter now
Now that we're alone
But I meet your eyes and then despise
All we call our own
I write my name in lipstick
On the mirror as I leave
To stay would be too dangerous
To break the make-believe

You want to hold me closer
And secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night
Il tuo voto:
Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and aging we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry

In the maze. I burn down
Turn... you turn my skin around
Wishing my eyes could look down
Wishing my eyes could look down
Down on me...

Stairs fall like jewels as we near the door
You fold through my neck and arms like crystal
So black, so black with charm and breath
We turn to face the dying sun...

This green city rains down on me
This green city rains down
Il tuo voto:
A disease is under my fingernails
It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack
Aching with time
Your face is familiar
From another crime

And we could swim
We could swim
My little fishes and me

Overgrown senses prickle and spark
The flesh is in the palm of my hand

Back on the rack
Love under will
Your face is familiar
From another kill

A tongue explodes into my mouth
A taste of coma and tears

Back on the rack
My shape of rage
Your face is familiar
From another cage

And we could swim
We could swim
My little fishes and me
Il tuo voto:
Move inside my daydream
Like fingers in a glove
Twisting round and round and round
Round and round and round with love
The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white
Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite
The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky
I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice

Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin
I turned their eyes blue children
The perfect murder
Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights
That's when it starts
But if you blink you'll miss the fun
You'll lose their pretty hearts
Il tuo voto:
Instrumental
Il tuo voto:
Carico...

Ohibò! Quest’opera non è in nessuna classifica. Perchè non usare l’apposito pulsante qui sotto?

Tu e Blue Sunshine
Nella collezione di
Carico...