zondag 21 februari 2016

Dead men can dance


There was a boy who I used to know,
And boy did he like to have a go
On the dancefloor.
With a swing and step he won my heart.
He danced and he danced
Till everything fell apart.

As I used to sing and sing
And liked the things I saw
There was now me watching him fall.
Everyone just looked
Through him and ignored
The tears falling onto the dancefloor.

Until he could dance no more…

I watch his back as he disappeared.
He faded away and nothing seemed to clear
To my lovesick puppy eyes.
I was a hard though cookie to crack
But he shimmied right in
And took my heart right back.

The people told me that he was dead.
But I wiped that spat of me and I know
He was still there wanting to have a go
On that dance floor.
He had that shimmy and that swing.
He would come back when he heard me sing.

I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew...

Oelala oelalala oelala lala lalalala *on repeat
I could hear him moan *noises
Oelala oelala
I could hear him wake up
Oelala oelalala oelala lala lalalala
I could hear him call “Help me”
Oelala oelala
I could hear him groan *noises
Oelala oelalala oelala lala lalalala
I could hear him say “Only you can help me”
*noises and ¨” parts repeated by other band members

I could hear him cry.
I could hear him cry “Please help me”.

My song an I walked into a cemetry.
I had your dance inside my step.
They said your grave belonged here,
You see,
But I am here to wake you up
I raise the dead and I won't stop

I'll never stop,
I'll never stop,
I'll never stop,
I will never ever ever ever stop.

They said my songs would never be heard
But one of them might be the cure
To your bad days,
And to your bad ways and the swing in your legs
That all of your bad days
Never knew your heart could not neglect.

There was a boy that my heart now knows
And boy did he like to have a go
On the dancefloor.
His core was black but his heart was red.
I am madly and deeply in love
With a boy that found his blissful death.


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