Well, I'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Or you won't know where I am
You better run for your life if you can, little girl Hide your head in the sand, little girl Catch you with another man That's the end'a, little girl
Well, you know that I'm a wicked guy And I was born with a jealous mind And I can't spend my whole life Trying just to make you toe the line
You better run for your life if you can, little girl...
Let this be a sermon I mean everything I've said Baby, I'm determined And I'd rather see you dead
You better run for your life if you can, little girl...
I'd rather see you dead, little girl Than to be with another man You better keep your head, little girl Or you won't know where I am
You better run for your life if you can, little girl...
Från Rubber Soul 1965.
Sångtexter som är irriterande, knasiga, kusliga
Postat: 2018-12-06 21:29:35
av Kahlokatt
När jag hörde den här låten för första gången, kände jag bara "Wow, hon har sett in i min hjärna." När jag läste texten, stämde det ännu bättre. Precis så här skulle jag uttrycka ångest om jag kunde. Älskar att Allison verkligen utnyttjar pianot till 100%, får det att växla mellan smekningar och vrål.
Stepping on The thoughts of all pain Released from this anger Is some place I would like to be And when I feel myself defeated I bleed And when I see them twist around Dancing in their own wake I rage
And I don't want to exist on this plane Crashing down to the level of Depth of skin Flesh and bone All wrapped up in pages Flashed in our faces Laughing and spiteful
Run away
Lost again Misdirected and folded Drowned in bones And thrown away They told me to disappear And slowly dive Into the shallow end Of the gene pool Try to hold on to what I believe Disappeared No longer here as anything but Wretched and disfigured So I slash myself again And I drown my hopes again Lose myself in this disease
Lost again Misdirected and folded Drowned in bones And thrown away They told me to disappear And slowly dive Into the shallow end Of the gene pool
Cut yourself to the mold Nothing left to rid yourself of But bile and blood Torn skin screaming And silenced as we Replace marble with plastic
Lost again Misdirected and folded Drowned in bones And thrown away They told me to disappear And slowly dive Into the shallow end Of the gene pool