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I Have Forgiven Jesus

I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid
With a nice paper round

Forgive me any pain
I may have brung to you
With God's help I know
I'll always be near to you

But Jesus hurt me
When he deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He placed in me when there's nothing
I can do with this desire

I was a good kid
Through hail and snow
I'd go just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

But Jesus hurt me
When He deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me when there's no one
I can turn to with this love

Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me
By Friday life has killed me

Oh pretty one
Oh pretty one

Why did you give me so much desire
When there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire?
And why did you give me so much love in a loveless world
When there is no one I can turn to
To unlock all this love?
And why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?
Jesus do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?


In "Live at Earl's Court" Morrissey sings:

I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He's placed in me when there's nothing
I can do with this desire

and

I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me when there's no one
I can turn to with this love


Album: You Are The Quarry
Year of Publication: 2004
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Alain Whyte

last update: 16.08.2005

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Ho perdonato Cristo

Ero un bambino buono
Non ti avrei fatto alcun male
Ero un bel bambino
Con un bel giro di consegne

Perdonami qualsiasi dolore
che posso averti procurato
Con l'aiuto di Dio so che
ti sarò sempre vicino

Ma Cristo mi ha ferito
quando mi ha abbandonato, ma
ti ho perdonato, Cristo
per tutto il desiderio
che hai posto in me quando non c'è niente
che possa fare con questo desiderio

Ero un bambino buono
Attraverso la grandine e la neve
sarei andato pur di fantasticare su di te
Ho portato il mio cuore nella mano
Capisci?
Capisci?

Ma Cristo mi ha ferito
quando mi ha abbandonato, ma
ti ho perdonato, Cristo
per tutto l'amore
che hai posto in me quando non c'è nessuno
a cui possa rivolgermi con questo amore

Lunedì - umiliazione
Martedì - soffocamento
Mercoledì - condiscendenza
Giovedì - è patetico
Per Venerdì la vita mi aveva ucciso
Per Venerdì la vita mi aveva ucciso

Oh non male
Oh non male

Perché mi hai dato tutto questo desiderio
quando non c'è un posto in cui possa andare per sfogare questo desiderio?
E perché mi hai dato tutto questo amore in un mondo senza amore
quando non c'è nessuno a cui possa rivolgermi
per liberare tutto questo amore?
E perché mi hai infilato in ossa e pelle autodenigratorie?
Cristo, tu mi odi?
Perché mi hai infilato in ossa e pelle autodenigratorie?
Tu mi odi?
Tu mi odi?
Tu mi odi?
Tu mi odi?
Tu mi odi?


paper round: lett. "il giro dei giornali", ossia il giro di consegne a domicilio dei quotidiani o di giornali che solitamente negli USA o in Gran Bretagna vengono effettuate da ragazzi o adolescenti per racimolare qualche soldo.

In "Live at Earl's Court" Morrissey canta:

I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He's placed in me when there's nothing
I can do with this desire

e nella strofa seguente:

I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me when there's no one
I can turn to with this love


Album: You Are The Quarry
Anno di pubblicazione: 2004
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Alain Whyte

ultimo agg.: 16.08.2005

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