Ένα αριστούργημα από τον Nick Cave, για μια υπέροχη βροχερή μέρα προς το δρόμο για το τέλος του χρόνου. People just aint no good I think thats welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just aint no good We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made pour vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds The sun would stream on the sheets Awoken by the morning bird Wed buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word People they aint no good Seasons came, Seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils People they aint no good People they aint no good at all To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just aint no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just aint no good It aint that in their hearts theyre bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when youre ill of health They bury you when you go and die It aint that in their hearts theyre bad Theyd stick by you if they could But thats just bullshit People just aint no good
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 13:23:32 +0000
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