A música da semana.
"Music Whwn The Lights Go Out" dos The Libertines.
Pop fresquinha, dançável, voz de Bowie, arranjos à Beatles.
Contagiante, a enganar o que dizem as palavras.


Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind
and to lie to you rather than hurt you?
And I'll confess all of of my sins
after several large gins
but still I'll hide from you:
hide what's inside from you.
And alarm bells ring
when you say your heart still sings
when you're with me.
Won't you please forgive me?
But no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
And all the memories of the pubs and the clubs
and the drugs and the tubs we shared together,
Will stay with me forever
But all the highs and the lows and the to's and the fro's,
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me
I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no
Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out,
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone,
And with her my heart had disappeared...
Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
All the memories of the fights and the nights and the blue lights,
all the kites We flew together,
I thought they'd fly forever
But all the highs and the lows and the to's and the fro's
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me
But no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no noI no longer hear the music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind it's all too clear
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
With her my heart had disappeared
But no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
And no longer hear the music