Песня «Living in the Dark»
исполнителя The Fratellis.
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I was lost like a love sick ghost Maybe for the very first time You were there where the truth gives way Not for the very last time In a daze from your seasick ways Nobody else could thrill me In your gaze, I was paralyzed Love in the very first degree In this showdown pain was sweet I took all I could take, shook all I could shake And your moves got strange in my defeat I was nothing less than torn, crying out to be reborn Come back, baby, you can make me happy Maybe you can prove me wrong? You’re the only one who could ever save me Maybe you could prove me wrong? I’ve been living in the dark down here too long I was born once again, my love In the midst of the rainstorm I would kiss your feet and praise your name If you sign my release form In this showdown, pain was sweet I took all I could take, shook all I could shake And your moves got strange in my defeat I was nothing less than torn, crying out to be reborn Come back, baby, you can make me happy Maybe you can prove me wrong? You’re the only one who could ever save me Maybe you could prove me wrong? I’ve been living in the dark down here too long And if you should lose your way I’ll be here waiting every day Wild, wild horses couldn’t keep me From your front door, oh, I swear Come back, baby, you can make me happy Maybe you can prove me wrong? You’re the only one who could ever save me Maybe you could prove me wrong? Come back, baby, you can make me happy Maybe you can prove me wrong? You’re the only one who could ever save me Maybe you could prove me wrong? I’ve been living in the dark down here Keeping my intentions clear Out of luck in the dark down here too long

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  • Girl you have such tragic taste in men Your predilection For comedians Your great addiction Though they treat you well They bring you brief glimpses of hell What a bombshell Maybe all these fools are on the payroll In that case sleep well and let the good times roll But understand it’s just the simple slight of hand On the other hand One plus one makes three I guess that’s true to some degree But only if you squint the right way Oh, watch frame by frame on action replay Girl you work your magic now and then Without restriction First your rebirth then your crucifixion When you show your hand Your services are in demand Maybe all these fools are on the payroll In that case sleep well and let the good times roll But understand it’s just the simple slight of hand On the other hand One plus one makes three I guess that’s true to some degree But only if you squint the right way Oh, watch frame by frame on action replay You took a gorgeous risk Oh, I won’t deny the genius Of those words that you sometimes twist Got me round your little finger Such a disagreeable business Then you go all-out disco Side-winding out of the picture Gone instead, let’s have a drink It’s no ordinary date I’ve got nothing planned On the other hand One plus one makes three I guess that’s true to some degree Like four plus four makes nine Oh, it’s been proven every time But only if you squint the right way Oh, watch frame by frame on action replay
  • Jesus stole my baby Jesus stole my girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days of the week Now she's a bore and I've seen it before She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique Said that she just want's to save me Said you cant go on the way that you are She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously Well I've always been in love with her treasure But she might as well be locked up in chains When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low I'm bursting from my feet to my brains Now if i could only talk to this Jesus I'd tell him just how lonely I've been I'd ask him to send home my baby again So she can see what kinda state I've been in Jesus stole my baby So maybe I should steal his She used to be mine Now she's so dull and divine May not be nice but thats the way that it is And I'm lost here among the clowns Jesus men in gowns All sandals and out of tune guitars And she talks in terrified tones Of skeleton bones Screaming through a mangled microphone And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously
  • Well let’s get one thing straight before I lose my place Oh baby, yes I love your conversation, not just your face You got my undivided sympathy and all of my time And though I promised you an answer Truth’s no real friend of mine I never did get the meaning of reality checks I dreamed my way out of the bedroom with no time to reflect Oh you could cut me and I wouldn’t bleed, I’m not even sure If you could say I was with you or call you mine anymore You always throw your hands up like some good little girl Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world There was a cold wear reality that you couldn’t take You never made a single friend or a dishonest mistake You were a Halloween denier of the second degree And that says more about your mother than it does about me ‘Cause I was always at your heels, I was there with a grin When you were crawling through the backstreets of the lies and the sin I was the poster boy for nothing and no sir candidate I would have swept you off your feet but I got lost in your gate You never trusted anything that staggered and swerved Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world You never had a reason, you were hopelessly lost You never kept the names of all the people you crossed You always had my sympathy whenever you died But all I could deliver was a headache to the bride You always throw your hands up like some good little girl Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world Come on baby, this is not the end of the world
  • Well she’s halfway over this hard on son She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’s quite sure she’s not the only one She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving Well there’s a quiver up her backbone, dogs in the dust She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’ll take what she needs and she’ll do what she must She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become Oh let me tell ya that she’s… One part evil, three-fifths blind She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’s oh so delicate and still don’t mind She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving Well there’s a chance that she knows where the bodies are kept She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she still don’t remember the tears that she wept She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become Oh let me tell ya now… Well she’s all too generous with my time She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she knows that injustice is no real crime She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And I will always remember the way that she crawled She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving When I throw up in the rain she pretends she’s appalled She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become
  • Filthy rag dolls in the bed I cant listen to what they said Don't get silly don't get so sick get some trousers and get some quick All the wasters they come in threes honey that's no excuse to tease Is this your house do you live here your not as sick as you appear In the day though your dumb in a way And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window Can we watch movies on your TV don't have to get dressed just for me We could stay home and get drunk quick I could wear your dress and your lipstick Or we could go out and steal a car both get loaded and drive real far Is this your house do you live here your not as sick as you appear In the day……… And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window