Three Imaginary Boys, 1979, semplicemente
l'inizio. Un disco che segna il vero esordio ancora figlio delle sonorità
punkrock/psichedeliche dei precedenti Easy Cure. Non è aith,
nè Disintegration o Wish, è semplicemente un bel lavoro.
10.15 Saturday Night è il migliore episodio probabilmente e l'ipnotica
titletrack scandisce l'inizio dei Cure e la fine di un periodo vissuto
ancora nell'incertezza degli inizi. Da li a poco uscirà Boys
Don't Cry e poi ancora Faith. E da qui la storia cambierà...
10.15
Saturday Night
10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...
It's always the same...
Accuracy
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could kill you
Without trying
That's accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy
Mirror mirror on the wall...
Grinding Halt
No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people
Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people
Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything's coming to a ...
Another Day
The sun rises slowly
On another day
The eastern sky grows cold
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey
Something
Something holds me hypnotized...
I stare at the window
Stare at the window
Waiting for the day to go
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey
Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so wide and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
Because I can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me...
Object object object object...
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don't try to hold me
Because I don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me...
You're just an object
Object object object
You're just an object
Subway Song
Midnight in the subway
She's on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she's not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around...
Turn around...
Foxy Lady
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Meathook
I went into the butchers
I said wanted wanted wanted some...
Meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so...
Sweet
I lost my heart to a meathook!
That butcher man was some...
Lady
He really stole my heart
He hung me up on his meathook
A real piece of...
Slaughterhouse art
I lost my heart to a meathook!
There's a meathook in my heart
Tearing me all apart
Ripping out my insides
But I just can't get away
I can't leave my
Meathook
So What?
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But so what?
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And if you knew
Nothing could replace you
If you were sane
Your heart wouldn't ache
But so what?
So what?
So what?
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British sugar bureau...
When I told you what I...
And I...
And I wouldn't ask you to pretend
That we were one
And still another time...
Forget all the lies
Forgive me the wounds And all the world was used to love...
And yes! We'd still be happy in another time...
But so what?
So please send me icing and decorating
sets
I enclose a cheque and postal order number...
So what?
So what?
Fire in Cairo
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you
See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright
And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage Fades away...
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.OBurn
like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo Burn like fire Burn like
Fire in Cairo
It's Not You
You wear your smile
Like it was going out of fashion
Dress to inflame
But douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket
Hanging round your throat
Always inviting
Always exciting
But I must not take off my coat
Well I'm tired of hanging around
I want someone new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know
It's not you
You ask me questions
That I never wanted to hear
I am the only one
Just until you finish this year
I would murder you
If I had an alibi
Here in my hand But you just laugh
Beause you don't understand
That I'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure
Who I've got in mind
But I know that it's not you
It's not you
It's not you
It's not you
Three Imaginary Boys
Walk across the garden
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No-one's home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves...
Can you help me?
Close my eyes And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys
Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beat in the hallway Echoes
Round and round
Inside my head
Drifting up the stairs
I see the steps behind me
Disappearing...
Can you help me?
Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my
Sleep sweet child
The moon will change your mind...
See the cracked reflection
Standing still Before the bedroom mirror Over my shoulder
But no-one's there
Whispers in the silence
Pressing close behind me
Pressing close behind
Can you help me?
