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Reader Meet Author

You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side
Reader, meet Author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says "No-one ever sees me when I cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away, because you're that type
And the year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?

So safely with your software, all miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies


Album: Southpaw Grammar
Year of Publication: 1995
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Boz Boorer

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Lettore incontra autore

Non sai niente delle loro vite
Vivono in un luogo in cui non oseresti passare in macchina
Tremi quando pensi a come passano la notte
ma scrivi come se dormiste vicini tutti insieme
Lettore, incontra l'Autore
con la speranza di sentire del buonsenso
ma potresti sentirti deluso
dalle parole di difesa
Egli dice: "Nessuno mi nota mai quando piango"

Non sai niente delle loro vite
I libri non li salvano, i libri non sono coltellini a scatto
E se scoppiasse una lite qui stanotte
Tu saresti il primo a scappare, perché sei quel tipo
E l'anno 2000 non cambierà nessuno qui
mentre tutte le promesse leggendarie volano via così veloci
che giureresti che non erano mai state fatte
Oh, sei mai fuggito da una vita in naufragio?

Così al sicuro con il tuo software, miglia e miglia dalla linea del fronte
Ascolti il modo in cui la loro voce canta e inizi a immaginare cose
Oh, qualsiasi scusa per scrivere altre bugie


Album: Southpaw Grammar
Anno di pubblicazione: 1995
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Boz Boorer

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