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lirik lagu mysterious skin – orphans & vandals

y’know, i wish i was back in paris, mate
that was the last time i was really happy
walking the streets from morning til night
in gare de l’est station drinking coffee
watching soldiers duck behind pillars to kiss
the pigeons looking for what the lowlifes might’ve missed
and waiting for

the morning train
the morning train
from paris to charleville*mézières
200 miles north of here, through the winter ardennes
the fields of turned brown earth and frozen farmlands
that you crossed on foot, 16 years old
16 years old just tryna, just tryna poke a hole in the world
and it seems a long way, it seems, seems such a long way
it seems a long way, it seems, seems such a long way
and i promise to be good
i* i* i promise to be good
and it seems a long way, but not, not such a long way
it seems a long way, but not, not such a long way

a 19*year*old boy arrives in london, waterloo, and what does he find?
he finds a beautiful empty building and a big sky in mind

y’know when i was 14 years old i slept with a boy who was 21
and out of the clear blue sky the other day, i ran into a mutual friend who told me
he’s dead and gone
strange to think
strange to think he’s dead and gone and i’m still here
in london, dreaming of paris and charleville*mézières
the town where you were born, raised, ran away from
to paris, to belgium
to london, across europe on foot
alexandria, into africa
almost gone, almost out
almost gone, almost out
d’ya ever get the urge to just run, run and get gone, gone?
d’ya ever get the urge to just, run run and get gone, gone?
and a lot of things get abandoned along the way, don’t they?
a lot of things get abandoned along the way, don’t they?
d’ya ever get the urge to just run, run and get gone, gone?
d’ya ever get the urge to just run, run and get gone, gone?
oh, what’s a bunny*rabbit do? hop
what does an axe do? chop
what do you do when you see a green light?

someone told me it was all happening in france
je parle francais? pas de chance

well excuse my french, but here’s a story that’ll
make you laugh
i took a girl* i took a boy* i took a girl* i took a boy*
i took a girl back the night before last
did you give her your number? ha!
i didn’t even give her my name
but when she came
w*when he came* when she ca* when he came
oh, he was a pretty little thing
he had blond hair over his ears
i was hiding in the meth room, when the
light bust through the window, it shattered on the mirror
and that’s when it’ll happen, one minute i’m here the next i disap*
but when he* when he came
when he came
when she ca* when he c* when he came
when he came, when he* when he came, when he*
when he finally came
when he came, when he came, when he*
when he finally* when he finally came
and i promise to be good
and a lot of things get abandoned along the way, don’t they?
when he came, when he* when he came, when he*
when he finally came
when he came, when he* when he came, when he*
when he finally came
when he finally came
he came all over me
all over me
sha*la*di*la*dah, sha*la*di*la*dah
sha*la*di*la*dah, sha*la*di*la*dah
sha*la*di*la*dah, sha*la*di*la*dah
sha*la*di*la*dah, sha*la*di*la*dah
there there, go to sleep now
there there now, go to sleep now
there* there there now, go to sleep
go* go to sleep now

the sacred heart is up on the hill tonight
the sacred heart is up on the hill tonight

it’s raining tonight in newcross
coming down from the dirty purple skies behind the clocks of king’s cross
these streets are on wheels, they turn like the workings of clocks
it’s cold in euston, i wish it was not
i wish i was somewhere i was hot
and i see that photograph of you in africa
and it’s a grainy picture but there is a figure in the centre, but the
face has been obscured and blurred, there’s no one there yet there is someone
there’s no one there yet there is so* there’s*
no one there yet* there’s no one there yet* there is someone
ah*ooh*la*di*dah, ooh*la*di*dah*dah
ooh*la*di*dah, ooh*la*di*dah*dah
ooh*la*di*dah, ooh*la*di*dah*dah*dah

and i was in my hotel room in paris
and all the lights were off
and the window was open into the view
and i know what i’m gonna do
ah*ah*ah*ah*ah*ah*ah*ah

i wrote a poet through the streets tonight
i wrote a poet through, i wrote a poet through the world tonight

y’know i wish i was back in paris, man
and walking through the metro station
dusty shafts of sunlight on the platform where it
falls through a grate in the pavement
by the fountain at pigalle
and down the road to montmartre and the cemetery
the cats and the empty flowerpots and gravestones stare at me
sheets of rain across a park in bloomsbury
it knocks the pink blossom off the cherry*blossom tree
it forms rivers on the pavement and streams past me

and then
in a darkened room, lost on the weekend
i may meet the mystery

y’know i hate to leave you here
but i’ve gotta go
i hate to leave you here in an ugly graveyard in charleville*mézières, but
your shirt’s covered in blood
it’s speckled on your neck, and
below your ear
and your mountains are covered in snow

and on the train back from
charleville to paris i wonder if life in london has changed
if a tree falls in a forest* if a tree falls in a forest*
when i get back, decisions must be made

y’know, if you get far enough into the
boys, and the bars, and the booze, and the girls, and the drugs, and the clubs, and the boys, and the bars, and the booze, and the girls, and the drugs, and the clubs
the boys the bars the booze the girls the drugs the clubs
or maybe none of that stuff for you, but
if you play your cards right
you’ll find
that violence won’t be far behind
violence won’t be far behind

- orphans vandals

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