(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister). 'Mother's ruin'. She said to herself. 'I'm just screwing my own mental health'. But Fridays and Saturdays. She walks down those alleyways.
(Kirsty MacColl). Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister). It wouldn't take a long time. To explain what lies between us. And it wouldn't take a genius. To work out what the scene is.
(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). I must have fallen on my feet. A hundred times or more. I heard the wind blow down the street. The knocking at the door.
(Kirsty MacColl). I thought of you when they closed down the school. And the hospital too. Did they think that you were better?. They were wrong. You had so many friends.
No greater power. No greater gift to lose. Than the message unspoken. The silence of the truth. Alone we hid in the shadows. But together we bring on the light..
(Kirsty MacColl). Seven times in seven days. I've sat and wished my life away. I know the greyness comes and goes. But the sun don't shine. And the snow don't snow.
The world goes mad around us. While I stand by and watch you sleep. In the hope that harm won't find us. I pray the Lord our souls to keep. Does he see us here.
(Kirsty MacColl). Some boys with warm beds and cold, cold hearts. Can make you feel nothing at all. They'll never remember and they'll never mind. If you're counting the cracks in the wall.
(Kirsty MacColl). He said, 'Baby don't go'. So she sat down again. And they said they'd be friends. Her mother said. She'd told her so. She'd made her own bed.
(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr). Children of the revolution coming out to play. Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away. Some live on the south side and they overlook the water.
(Kirsty MacColl/Marshall Crenshaw). I'm nearly sober. And I can see the truth. I'm not immune to the sorrow that you put me through. All I ever wanted.
Stand stand for a tale so grand. Shushan is the place where it all began. The hidden miracle. . One man, second in command. Slay all the Jews was his wicked plan.
I'll tell a tale, tale, tale, tale, yeah. Of Maccabees in Israel-ael-ael-ael, yeah. When the Greeks tried to assail-sail-sail-sail, yeah. But it was all to no avail-vail-vail, vail, yeah, yeah.
You can be amazing. You can turn a phrasing into a weapon or a drug. You can be the outcast or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love. Or you can start speaking love.
This is the Zodiac speaking. I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest. 'Cause man is the most dangerous game of all to kill.
Je wist precies hoe je je voor ging stellen. Lekker nonchalant. Je handen losjes in je zakken. Sterk verhaal achter de hand. En je principes op je borst geschreven.
Sitting at my table, having some tea. Chatting with a bloke who's dead from strangling. I'm a lonely man in need of company. I only have to kill men to make them stay with me.
Je glijdt langzaam uit je jas.. Schudt het water van je af.. Weer een winter, weer een storm.. Oh, weer een dag.. En nog tranen zat.. Je hebt lang genoeg gewacht..
(Michael Bethke). This is a song about the White Hen Decapitator.. Killed his co-worker with a chef knife they used in the store.. And for some reason he cut off his co-workers head..