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I Know It's Over


I Know It's Over

Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey
Music by Johnny Marr

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

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Pois é, existem bandas razoáveis, boas, revolucionárias, fantásticas e outras que escapam de qualquer tipo de explicação. The Smiths é do último tipo. Essa música pós-piscodélica faz parte do que há de melhor em termos de produção musical na década de 80. Acho que ninguém deve morrer antes de ouvir seriamente The Smiths.

Considerado por muitos o maior vocalista da história, Morrissey se destaca como um dos mais influentes de seu tempo. Pra quem gosta de boa música, essa é uma grande pedida...

Abraços

ehehehehehehe!
que bunitinhuuuuuu!
:P

Vou tentar não morrer enquanto não ouvir essa música, tá?
Ps - Que droga! Quem mandou tirar meu nome lá de cima? Ficou só a Juju? Vou reclamar com a Ana P. :P

Pois é, eu tinha percebido que meu nome tinha sumido dali... humpfa!!!

Mas quanto à música... I don't know where else I can go... Parece, realmente, feita para e por mim.

Smiths não tem comparação. É isso!

Estou ouvindo a música agora... depois te falo que achei.

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