En verdad, si no fuera por la música, habría más razones para volverse loco - Piotr Ilich Tchaikovski
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The Church - After Everything
Now that it's over I found myself fleeting
The sound permeated all directions at once
I never said goodbye to the family, lovers
Brothers and daughters, the rest of the bunch
It seems so strange that the things I was chasing
Have all evaporated like a distant dream
Petty ambition, petty obstruction
Something in between
I really thought it would go on forever
Never believed they would sever the ties
All of the questions remaining unanswered
A stranger's reflection in a stranger's eyes
Here is a child playing in a garden
Here is an old man with a broken heart
Here comes a train to take you away
It all goes round and round and comes back to the start
I was never really sure what I was waiting for
When the moment came I was looking away
Obsessed with a past, scared of the future
Never took the time to be here today
After everything now this happens
It's not a grand illusion, it's a stupid little trick
The show must go on, these people have paid
You're standing in the wings feeling kinda sick
Never really sure what you were waiting for
When the moment came you just couldn't choose
The fog sweeps down over the marine city
Standing backstage trying to pull on your shoes
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The Sisters Of Mercy - This Corrosion
Gimme the
ring, kissed and toll'd
Gimme
something that I missed (gimme the ring)
A hand to
hold, wild and what it seems (gimme the ring)
Kill the
king, when love is the law,
And the
we'll turn round... (gimme the ring)
Gimme dream
child
And do you
hear me call? (gimme the ring)
On the loan
and on the level
...still on
the floor (gimme the ring)
Sing dream
child
And do you
hear at all?
(sing)
(sing)
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing...
Gimme
siren, child and do you hear me?
Gimme
siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Sing,
child, of right and wrong
Gimme things
that don't last long
Gimme
siren, child, and do you hear me call?
(sing)
(sing)
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing...
On daze,
like this
In times
like these
I feel an
animal deep inside
Heel to
haunch on bended knees
Living on
if and if I tried,
Somebody
send me... please...
Dream wars
and a ticket to seem
Giving out
and in
Selling the
don't belong
Well, what
do you say
D'you have
a word for giving away?
Got a song
for me?
(sing)
(sing)
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now,
hey now now, sing...
I got
nothing to say I ain't said before
I bled all
I can, I won't bleed no more
I don't
need no one to understand
Why the
blood run hold
The hired
hand
On heart
Hand of god
Floodland
and driven apart
Run cold
Turn
Cold
Burn
Like a healing hand
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