The Sound Of The Smiths

The Smiths Oscillate Wildly Instrumental 专辑:The Sound Of The Smiths 歌手:The Smiths 歌曲:Oscillate Wildly

Good times for a change See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad So please please please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad So for once

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town This town has dragged you down Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town This town has dragged you down Oh, no, and everybody's got to live their life And god knows i've got to live mine God knows i've got to liv

Shyness is nice and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to Shyness is nice and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to So, if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd li

Punctured bicycle On a hillside desolate Will nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car This charming man When the leather runs smooth On the passenger's seat? I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said "it's

I am the son and the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and the heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does I

Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The Leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmere But Honey Pie, you're not safe here So yo

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour But heavens knows I'm miserable now I was looking for a job And then I found a job And heaven knows I'm miserable now In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die Two lover

All the lies that you make up What's at the back of your mind? Oh, your face I can see And it's desperately kind But what's at the back of your mind? Two icy-cold hands conducting the way It's the Eskimo blood in my veins Amid concrete and clay And g

Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail six long years on your trail Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail Six full years of my life on your trail And if you have five seconds to spare Then I'll tell