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What's The World...?

What would you sell? Loose glasses and suit
Heart and soul Won't wear out
That's not enough! I wonder what's inside
Fish fillet knife
Can cut right through my eye...

I'm looking for some words To call my own
Worn-out phrases And a hand-me-down
They'll knock me Under where I stand
Sad on his back In a corned beef pan
Going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the rust inside...

This is the way...
Franken-star is born

Bits and pieces Others have worn
All held together by a management glue
Too much glue Watch the stars turn blue
Turn blue Turn blue Turn blue Turn blue
I'm going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the halls of rust

This a cover of a song by mutual admirers Manchester band James. This was recorded live in Glasgow in September 1985 and formed a B-side to the cassette maxi-single of I Started Something I Couldn't Finish in the UK.


Album: [covers]
Year of Publication: 1985
Lyrics: Tim Booth
Music: James

last update: 22.12.2005

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Cosa accidenti...?

Cosa venderesti? Occhiali sfusi e completi da uomo
Cuore ed anima non si consumeranno
Ma non basta! Mi chiedo cosa c'è dentro
Il coltello da filetto di pesce
può tagliare proprio attraverso i miei occhi...

Sto cercando delle parole che possa dire mie
Frasi consunte ed un abito smesso
Mi stenderanno sotto a dove mi trovo
triste sulla schiena in una padella di carne secca
vado giù
Li senti mentre mi tirano giù
verso il deterioramento interno...

E' così che è nato Franken-star...

Pezzi e particelle che altri hanno indossato
tutti tenuti assieme da una colla di manager
troppa colla, guarda le stelle diventare blu
diventare blu, diventare blu
Sto andando giù
Li vedi mentre mi tirano giù
nelle stanze del deterioramento...

Questa è una cover di una canzone dei James, band di Manchester, ammiratori degli Smiths e da questi ultimi molto apprezzati. Il brano fu registrato dal vivo a Glasgow nel settembre 1985 e fu usato come b-side al maxi-singolo su nastro di "I Started Something I Couldn't Finish", pubblicato nel Regno Unito.


Album: [covers]
Anno di pubblicazione: 1985
Testo: Tim Booth
Musica: James

ultimo agg.: 22.12.2005

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