Friday I'm in love - The Cure

The Cure - Friday I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue,
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too.
Thursday, I don't care about you.
It's Friday, I'm in love.
Monday, you can fall apart.
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart.
Thursday doesn't even start.
It's Friday, I'm in love.

Saturday, wait,
And Sunday always comes too late,
But Friday never hesitate...

I don't care if Monday's black,
Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack.
Thursday, never looking back.
It's Friday, I'm in love.

Monday, you can hold your head.
Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed.
Or Thursday, watch the walls instead.
It's Friday, I'm in love.

Saturday, wait,
And Sunday always comes too late,
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes,
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise,
Throwing out your frown,
And just smiling at the sound,
And as sleek as a shriek,
Spinning round and round.
Always take a big bite,
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night.
You can never get enough,
Enough of this stuff.
It's Friday,
I'm in love

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Close to me - The Cure

The Cure - Close to me

I've waited hours for this,
i've made myself so sick.
i wish i'd stayed asleep today,
i never thought this day would end.
i never thought tonight could ever be…
this close to me…
Just try to see in the dark,
just try to make it work,
to feel the fear before you're here.
i make the shapes come much too close,
i pull my eyes out,
hold my breath,
and wait until i shake…
But if i had your faith,
then i could make it safe and clean.
if only i was sure,
that my head on the door was a dream.
I've waited hours for this,
i've made myself so sick,
i wish i'd stayed asleep today.
i never thought this day would end,
i never thought tonight could ever be…
this close to me…
But if i had your face,
i could make it safe and clean.
if only i was sure,
that my head on the door,
was a dream.
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Lullaby - The Cure

La banda de Robert Smith marcó la estetica de un movimiento post-punk moderno de cuero, laca y color negro, correspondido por una extensa legión de seguidores fieles...


The Cure - Lullaby (Disintegration 1989)

On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do
When I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"

And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold
And the spiderman is always hungry...

Lullaby - (Disintegration 1989)

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