jueves, 19 de enero de 2012
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds "Moonland"
when I came up from out of the meat-locker
the city was gone
the sky was full of lights
the snow provides a silent cover
in moonland
under the stars
under the snow
I followed this car
and I followed that car
through the sand
throught the snow
I turn on the radio
I listen to the deejay
and it must feel nice
it must feel nice to know
that somebody needs you
and everything moves slow
under the stars
under the ash
through the sand
and the night drifts in
the snow provides a silent cover
and I'm not your favorite lover
I turn on the radio
and it must feel nice
o very very nice to know
that somebody need you
and the chilly winds blow
under the snow
under the stars
the whispering deejay
on the radio
the whispering deejay
on the radio
I'm not yr favorite lover
I'm not yr favorite lover
and It must feel nice
to leave no trace
(no trace at all)
but somebody needs you
and that somebody is me
under the stars
under the snow
(yr eyes were closed
you were playing w/ the buttons on yr coat
in the back ot that car)
in moonland
under the stars
in moonland
and I followed that car