12.29.2009
12.28.2009
The Libertines - Music when the lights go out
is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you rather than hurt you well ill confess all of my sins after several large gins but still ill hide from you, hide whatsinside from you and alarm bells ring.when you say your heart still sings.when your with me, oh darling pleaseforgive me but i no longer hear the music oh no no no no and all the memories of the pubs and the clubs, and the drugs and the tubs we shared togetherwill stay with me forever.. but all the highs and the lows and the to's and the fro's they left me dizzy oh wont you pleaseforgive me
but i no longer hear the music oh no no no no
well i no longer hear the music when the lights go out love goes cold in the shades of doubt the strange fate in my mind its all too clear, music when the lights come on the girl i thought i knew has gone, and with her my heart it dissapeard
well i no longer hear the music oh no no no no and all the memories of the fights and the nights and the blue lights and the kites we flew together i thought theyd fly forever
but all the highs and the lows and the to's and the fro's they left me dizzy oh wont you pleaseforgive me
but i no longer hear the music oh no no no no
well i no longer hear the music when the lights go out love goes cold in the shades of doubt thestrange fate in my mind its all too cleari no longer hear the music when the lights go out the girl i thought i knew has gone and withher my heart has disapeard
but i no longer hear the music oh no no no no and i no longer hear the music
The Libertines - Radio America
If I get the callI will call across
Radio AmericaRight across America
I will callYes
I will call all across
Radio America
Right across America I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
There a lovely young girl on?
And all across Africa, China and AustraliaI will call
Call you down in New Mexico
In New Brighton and TokyoI will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
For well it may hap' that these are they
Your happiest days
Oh my good old friendI see you chanced your arm again
Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen crying
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won't dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love to you