uma velha canção dos stereophonics que

veio do passado e dei por mim a trautear

esta foi a primeira canção dos stereophonics de que verdadeiramente gostei. 
ouvida agora não parece a mesma, nem sequer a voz de kelly jones parece tão rouca.



You line them up
Look at your shoes
You hang names on your wall
Then you shoot them all

You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground

Are you so lonely?
Don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

I used to treat you right
Give you my time
But when I'd turn my back on you
Then you do what you do

You've just enough, in my own view
Education to perform
I'd like to shoot you all
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know?

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you even know?

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home

algumas das canções da minha vida foram escritas por kelly jones e esta (sobre um galês de férias na américa e as diferenças nas expressões idiomáticas) tem o bónus do videoclip, uma pequena (grande) fábula sobre a miragem da idade. estamos mais velhos? mesmo? tenham um bom dia...

San Francisco Bay, past pier thirty-nine
Early p.m, can't remember what time
Got the waiting cab stopped at the red light
Address, unsure of but it turned out just right

It started straight off, coming here is hell
That's his first words, we asked what he meant
He said, "Where your from?" we told him a lot
We take a holiday, is this what you want?

To have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day

Lie around all day, have a drink to chase
Yourself and tourists, yeah, that's what I hate
He said, "We're going wrong", we've all become the same
We dress the same ways, only our accents change

So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day

Swim in the ocean that be my dish
I drive around all day and kill the processed fish
It's all money gum, no artists anymore
You're only in it now to it make more, more and more

So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day

ouvi hoje um disco dos stereophonics e depois lembrei-me de que ainda não os tinha referido por aqui - uma clara omissão, dado que o senhor kelly jones e os seus colegas galeses são autores de algumas das canções da minha vida



Maybe one thing
Maybe something
Maybe nothing
All I know is friend
It's nothing new

Maybe it's me
What is to be?
Maybe lucky
All I ask is where
We're s'posed to be

I give a lot
I take a lot
It's nothing new to me

Maybe you've grown
Am I so wrong
How long's too long
All I want is stuff to be happy

Maybe moving
Always proving
Am I losing
All that's meant to be?
That's meant to be?

Ya hear a lot
Ya told a lot
It's nothing new to me

Maybe laughing
Something lacking
Always sometimes
All I hear is how, it's meant to be

Maybe learning
Always searching
Am I asking
Things I'll know too soon?
I'll know too soon

We talk a lot
Don't do a lot
It's nothing new to me

I give a lot
I take a lot

It's nothing new to me
It's nothing new to me
It's nothing new to me