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All I ever wanted to be…
If I was your handkerchief
I´d be with you day and night.
I´d be made of a fine cloth with a pattern
to match your favourite suit,
you´d keep me in your chest pocket
close to your heart
or in your trouser pocket,
next to all the places
I´m especially fond of!
If I was your handkerchief
I´d be with you day and night
and you´d always have some spare time
for you and me to be alone.
I´d wipe the tears no-one sees,
I´d wipe your nose when it bleeds
and when you´d catch a flu
there´s nothing I wouldn´t do.
All I ever wanted to be was your handkerchief,
all I ever wanted to be was your handkerchief.
All I ever wanted baby!
It´s all I ever wanted baby!
If I was your handkerchief baby
I´d be with you day and night
but I´m such an old-fashioned item
I should have known
that you´d never own one.
Now it´s my time to be used
the way I have used some people in the past,
I got to know at last how it feels.
All I ever was for you was a kleenex,
all I ever was for you was a kleenex,
you rolled me in a filthy ball just like a kleenex
and then straight to the dustbin just like a kleenex.
Still I rubbed the best parts of you baby,
still i rubbed the best parts of you baby,
still I cleaned the mess from you baby
and it was good , wasn´t it, while it lasted, baby?
It´s all I ever was for you, a kleenex,
it´s all I ever was for you, just a kleenex.
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Pure at heart
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I may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you.
Day by day I see myself
as the tramp you always said
I would end up being when we´d be through.
I roam aimlessly at night,
mix with every kind of trouble,
giving me a reputation.
Dens, backstreets and strangers´ rooms
are my favourite places.
I don´t get home until it´s dawn.
I may not be pure at heart,
I may not be pure at heart,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you.
Boys in summertime clothes
surely make me lose my hiccups,
they give me dirty thoughts for days.
I crave constantly for danger,
intrigue seems to turn me on,
complex cases are my soft spot.
I grew up on a diet of dirty french novels,
my hero is Madame Merteuil.
You said that I´m almost vile
and this brought me to my knees
but your news have spread all over town boy,
I´m not blind nor deaf, you see.
I may not be pure at heart…but…are you?
Dream on!
We may not be pure at heart,
for sure we´re not pure at heart
but this doesn´t mean
we don´t deserve a happy ending.
You know, I fall apart everytime you walk by.
Could we accept ourselves as we are
and love like we used to
though we´re not pure,
not pure, we´re not pure at heart?
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If you´re falling out of love
you´d better pray to the stars above
to light your way and help you make the right choice.
Have more than a second thought,
all the cigarettes you´ll smoke
they´ll probably stain your fingers
and sure you´ll go bankrupt
from sudden shopping fits,
from buying a million drinks,
you ´ll be a such sad sight getting trashed on each and every night,
always with a new fling by your side,
but still never quite happy.
If you´re falling out of love
you´d better pray to the stars above
to light your way and help you make the right choice.
You used to say he was like downtown,
all thrills and fun first time around
now you compare him to some lousy, sleepy suburb
you´d rather never go.
He is not “happening” anymore
but look into his eyes and you´ll see love
in any case, it´s not enough.
How many times had you been looked at like that?
You used to say he was kind of an eighth wonder of the world,
now he is like a roach you´re about to crush,
something to throw in the trash,
all your friends are in shock and say:
“Stop and think it over, stop and think it over, stop and think it over,
don´t throw it all away!”
So if you´re falling out of love
you´d better pray to the stars above
to light your way and help you make the right choice.
Every day you fall apart
a little bit more, you break his heart and
it feels there´s nothing you can do to stop
your ship from sinking
but remember that the captain is the last who´s supposed to jump!
Don´t be the first because you´ll cry,
pretty sure you´ll wanna die
when´you´ll recall how hopeless and how pretty he seemed
that dreadful last night, dumbstruck on his knees ,
uttering those words:
“Stop and think it over
stop and think it over
stop and think it over
don´t throw it all away…”
Stop and think it over
stop and think it over,
stop and think it over,
don´t throw it all away.
Stop and think it over,
stop and think it over,
stop and think it over
don´t throw it all away.
Oh think it over, stop and think it over
stop and think it over one more time.
Stop and think it over, stop and think it over,
stop and think it over one more time, please.
You throw it all away.
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Why do we keep on pining and making ugly scenes?
We agreed that the decision´s taken, there´s nothing left to try.
Why do we keep on chasing each others tails?
Why do we keep marking territories leaving our piss trail,
like some lonely dogs
when we know we don´t belong
anymore ?
Why do we make it so hard to let it rest for good?
When one of us is on his way to feel well
the other gives him hell.
I guess the truth lies in those words you´ve said before:
“I´m so scared to face the day when you´ll say that you don´t need me anymore”
and baby, me too
I´m so scared to face the day when you´ll say that you don´t need me anymore.
We´re so scared…
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Evripidis and his Tragedies Barcelona, Spain
Evripidis and His Tragedies is Evripidis Sabatis. The "Tragedies" are the devastating, confessional, self-sarcastic, darkly humorous songs that draw on his classical piano training, queer sensibility and storytelling skills to examine and own up to the vicissitudes of life. Evripidis' pop inclinations take us for a bumpy, dancey ride across the fine line between tragedy and joie de vivre. ... more
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