I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal
And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey
But something happened, I heard him laughing
I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent
They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives
* You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon
He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you
Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true
You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh)
And now I love high tea, stories from Uni, and the West End
You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends
Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don't threaten me with a good time
They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English
So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street
Just wanna be with you Wanna be with you Stick with me, I'm your queen
Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney, on the heath
Just wanna be with you (Wanna be with you) Wanna be with you (Oh)
So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street
Just wanna be with you I, I, I fancy you (Oh whoa, oh, I)
Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney, on the heath
Just wanna be with you (Ooh) Wanna be with you I fancy you (Yeah), I fancy you
Oh whoa, ah
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert It all seems like yesterday, not far away
* Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be La isla bonita
And when the samba played The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with San Pedro Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo I prayed that the days would last, they went so fast
I want to be where the sun warms the sky When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be
La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby
I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard - to hide it well
I was not ready - for the fall Too blind to see the writing - on the wall
* A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell The secret I have learned, 'till then It will burn inside of me
I know where beauty lives I've seen it once, - I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see It shines inside - you can't take that - from me
The truth is never far behind You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell The secret I knew then Will I ever have the chance again
I ran away, - I'd never have the strength - To go very far
How would they hear - the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold - The secret that I hide, - will I grow old
How will they hear - When will they learn - How will they know
Sono stufo di uscire la sera e andare al solito posto di merda
le solite facce noiose la solita superficialit?
e gli occhi di lei che mi guardano ed io che come al solito fraintendo
lei che fugge lontano pure stavolta e io pure stavolta che la perdo
* E la notte si prende quello che vuole e non lascia quasi niente
? che siamo soltanto persone sole perdute fra la gente
** Poi mi sveglio di notte con gli incubi in testa
e una valigia gi? piena da un anno che mi detesta
e non crescono i fiori ? vero dove cammino io ma nemmeno ? tutto nero
siamo come giornate buttate al cesso come sorrisi spenti in mezzo ai denti a tempo perso
e non crescono i fiori ? vero dove cammino io ma nemmeno ? tutto nero
Sono stufo di andare a ballare nel solito posto di merda
le solite facce distrutte i soliti discorsi senza impegno
e gli occhi di lei che mi vedono ed io che come al solito non parlo
e lei che si vergogna con le amiche e io che vedo lui e vorrei ammazzarlo
I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hand blues.
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light. And I've got second sight. I got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know When I try to get through
On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm. And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes. And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots And I got fading roots.
Coming from the cold Buried under heat Lay you on the floor Heavy like the force between us
Cut me like a rose Turn me like a beast Hold me on the floor Heavy like the force between us
* I was a ghost Hunted and fled Kneeling
There of the heart God undertow Feeling
Coming from the cold Buried under heat Lay you on the floor Heavy like the force between us
Cut me like a roseTurn me like a beast Hold me on the floor Heavy like the force between us
I was a ghost Hunted and fled Bleeding
There of the heart God undertow Feeling
Coming from the cold Buried under heat Lay you on the floor I was only falling in love
Cut me like a rose Turn me like a beast Hold you to the floor
I was only falling in love I was only falling in love I was only falling in love
