SSS semplicemente sensazionali e stratosferici... Adoro e seguo i The Cure sin dai loro albori, la voce di Robert Smith ha pervaso la mia psiche sin da ragazzo e ne ho fatto uno stile di vita... Sono italiano ho 55 anni ho girrato il mondo per 25 e la loro musica mi ha accompagnato in tutte le mie esperienze... Conservo gelosamente le musicassette e i cd... Bella storia con i The Cure
Lyrics Yeah , I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit, it starts the need To just let go, my party piece Yeah, I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss before I feed The stench of a love for younger meat And the sound it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit, it starts the need To just let go, my party piece But I never said I would stay to the end I leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy Screaming like this in the hope of sincerity Scream with me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams And we both of us knew how the ending would be So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Making it afraid for the fear of sleep again Pushed in deep to bare bone again Take him outside like he's all on his own again Round and round and round, it's coming apart again Over and over and over Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone Crying for comfort, crocodiles cry For the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me To get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again I never said I would stay to the end I'd leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity Scream with me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams And we both of us knew how the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is Always is Always is Always is Always is Always Always Always Always Always Always is
SSS semplicemente sensazionali e stratosferici... Adoro e seguo i The Cure sin dai loro albori, la voce di Robert Smith ha pervaso la mia psiche sin da ragazzo e ne ho fatto uno stile di vita... Sono italiano ho 55 anni ho girrato il mondo per 25 e la loro musica mi ha accompagnato in tutte le mie esperienze... Conservo gelosamente le musicassette e i cd... Bella storia con i The Cure
Amazing performance!
Thank you for sharing 🥰😍🤩
A sad song that gives me joy... Fucking genius ¡¡¡
Miluju, miluju, miluju...
See you in Madrid 11 of November. Ouuuuuuuhhhh yeeeeaaahhh! 🎸🖤🎤
Der bass,.hammer,.genauso gut wie bei der show in berlin,.
I really don't know what Gallup did, but it was gorgeous indeed, yeah !
Lyrics
Yeah , I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit, it starts the need
To just let go, my party piece
Yeah, I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for younger meat
And the sound it makes when it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit, it starts the need
To just let go, my party piece
But I never said I would stay to the end
I leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy
Screaming like this in the hope of sincerity
Scream with me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
And we both of us knew how the ending would be
So it's all come back round to breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Making it afraid for the fear of sleep again
Pushed in deep to bare bone again
Take him outside like he's all on his own again
Round and round and round, it's coming apart again
Over and over and over
Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces
I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone
Crying for comfort, crocodiles cry
For the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me
To get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again
I never said I would stay to the end
I'd leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Scream with me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
And we both of us knew how the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
Always is
Always is
Always is
Always is
Always
Always
Always
Always
Always
Always is
Pure poetry
i'll be in Florence ...on 1st november
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Perry Bamonte is back, yeah !
🙏🙏🙏
🥰🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
He is Wolfgang freaking Beethoven , Bach and Motzart , his music will still be here long , long after his time.
I was there, needless to say that it was a total blast.
Wow that was SO damn powerful, especially at the end: HOW THE END ALWAYS IS