miércoles, 22 de julio de 2009

town called malice - the jam

better stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos it's the one we'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus
cos those rosey days are few
and stop apologising for the things you've never done
cos time is short and life is cruel
but it's up to us to change

this town called malice

rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
and a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
it's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious

in a town called malice

struggle after struggle
year after year
the atmosphere's a fine blend of ice
I'm almost stone cold dead

in a town called malice

a whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
it's a big decision

in a town called malice

the ghost of a steam train
echoes down my track
it's at the moment bound for nowhere
just going round and round
playground kids and creaking swings
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
but I'd sooner put some joy back

in this town called malice

en mitad de esta horrible ola de calor, nada mejor que huir al lluvioso norte. see you wednesday.

2 comentarios:

Víctor dijo...

Supongo que conocerás el dicho de que en Santiago la lluvia es arte. Pero moja igual que en todas parte. En meteogalicia anuncian que el jueves por la tarde remiten las lluvias y que a partir del viernes lucirá el sol, así que tendrás unos cuantos días estupendos de temperatura agradable. No traigas esa ola de calor al norte, please!!!

Alex dijo...

Canción icónica para mí.

Pásalo bien, Laura.