| Deep dark truthful mirror One day you're going to have to face |
Profundo
oscuro y veraz espejo Un día vas a tener que enfrentar un profundo oscuro y veraz espejo y te va decir cosas que yo te amo demasiado para decirte El cielo era solo un moretón púrpura, la tierra era hierro y tu caíste por todo el pueblo hasta que te viste igual Los mismos ojos, los mismos labios, la misma mentira de tu lengua tropieza Profundo oscuro, profundo oscuro y veraz espejo Profundo oscuro, profundo oscuro y veraz espejo Ahora las xxxx calles donde el periódico grita tintinean al compás de las botas de roustabouts Pero tu nunca en estas en duda alguna, hay algo sucediendo en algún lugar Tu persigues por el camino hasta que tus dedos sangran en un XXXXXX de fibra de vidrio Tu puedes soplar alrededor del pueblo, pero todo se cierra igual
Los mismos ojos, los mismos labios, la misma
mentira de tu lengua tropieza |
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the sun on summer sets
May be the chill in Autumn breeze
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the phantom or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside a shell
She, who always seems so happy in her ground
Whose eyes can be so brighter then so brown
No one's allowed to she them when they cry
She, may be the love that can't hope to last
May come or leave from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I day
She, may be the reason I survive
The why and where for and a (lie)
The one I care for through the ruff in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
'Cause where she goes I've got to be
The meaning if my life is she
She...
She.
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long,
girl.
And with the way you look I understand that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress.
I'm not gonna to get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines,
'Cause I don't know if you are loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
'Cause I can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true. (repeat and fade)
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty
You're going off limits
Going off duty
Going off the rails
Going off with booty
They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types
Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes
Chorus:
The boys next door
The mums and dads
New weds and nearly-deads
Have you ever been had in Clubland?
There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work
You've come to shoot the pony
They've come to do the jerk
They leave him half way to paradise
They leave you half way to bliss
The ladies' invitation never seemed like this
Chorus
The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town
Meanwhile in Clubland they are ready to pull them down
Hey
The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission
Don't pass out now, there's no refund
(when) Did you find out what you were missing
The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent
You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment
Thursday to Saturday
Money's gone already
Some things come in common these days
Your hands and work aren't steady
Chorus
Veronica
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl
And I could have sworn that
Her name was Veronica
Well she used to have
A carefree mind of her own and
A delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid
She's not even sure
If her name is Veronica
CHORUS:
Do you suppose,
That waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs
At those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by?
Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town
All the time?
Will you wake from your dream,
With a wolf at the door,
Reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street
Where she lived
And a young man sailed on
A ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes
Upon the world and
Picked upon the bones
Of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again
Repeat chorus
Veronica sits in her favourite chair and
She sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name
That they never get right and
If they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have
A carefree mind of her own,
With devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me
Anything you like,
But my name is Veronica"