Musica de Dirty Pretty Things del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Dirty Pretty Things tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
You look smart but that's not enough,
You need a course in attitude,
Nobody's fussed(?)
You can spend all your days planning what to buy
Than the signs all spin around,
You'll pay your debts in time
You wanna shake, shake, shake to fit in all that much
There seems to be holes in everything,
These cold hands touch, and we'll take, take, take
and swallow the whole way down, we may fall forever
But we won't fall down...
Cuz' we go la la la la la la whoaaa
And it's on
There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
Because of you (where did you go?)
Where did you go? (nobody knows)
Where did you go?
You're pretty, so pretty,
So long as somebody loves you, leave us alone,
All the rich, get richer, but still they cry,
They say the city is after us,
But we don't know why.
Profound is the debt, the debt you owe
You owe it to sorrow, to sorrow you owe
For one downmanship is all you've ever known
You go to clamour(?) for the glamour, it's never your own
So long...
There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
Because of you (where did you go?)
Where did you go? (nobody knows)
Where did you go?
With our cockeyed wistful(?) vision our obliviance
Through all the hell we raised,
Maybe is how it should stay,
When we don't feel change or pain, or ache or lust
You go to reach for the sedative, but is never enough
for a fake, fake spirit and a masquerade
We have so many colors, but still we dwell in the shade,
I play the pugilist, the apathist in so many ways
Is always tomorrow or never, forever on a day...
So long...
There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
Because of you (where did you go?)
Where did you go? (nobody knows)
Where did you go?