paroles de chanson The Queen Is Dead / Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty [Medley] (2008 Remastered Version) - The Smiths
                                                Oh! 
                                                Take 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                dear 
                                                old 
                                                Blighty,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                train 
                                                for 
                                                London 
                                                Town,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                me 
                                                anywhere,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drop 
                                                me 
                                                anywhere,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Liverpool, 
                                                Leeds 
                                                or 
                                                Birmingham
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                care,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                bless 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Farewell 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                land's 
                                                cheerless 
                                                marshes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hemmed 
                                                in 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                boar 
                                                between 
                                                arches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                very 
                                                Lowness 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                head 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                sling
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                truly 
                                                sorry 
-                                                but 
                                                it 
                                                sounds 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                wonderful 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                said 
                                                Charles, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                crave
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                appear 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Daily 
                                                Mail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dressed 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                Mother's 
                                                bridal 
                                                veil?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so, 
                                                    I 
                                                checked 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                registered 
                                                historical 
                                                facts
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                shocked 
                                                into 
                                                shame 
                                                to 
                                                discover
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                18th 
                                                pale 
                                                descendant
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                some 
                                                old 
                                                queen 
                                                or 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                has 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                changed, 
                                                or 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                changed?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                has 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                changed, 
                                                or 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                changed?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                9-year 
                                                old 
                                                tough 
                                                who 
                                                peddles 
                                                drugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                swear 
                                                to 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                swear: 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                even 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                drugs 
                                                were
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                    I 
                                                broke 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                palace
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                sponge 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                rusty 
                                                spanner
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                said: 
                                                "Eh, 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                you, 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                cannot 
                                                sing"
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                said: 
                                                "That's 
                                                nothing 
-                                                you 
                                                should 
                                                hear 
                                                me 
                                                play 
                                                piano"
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                walk 
                                                where 
                                                it's 
                                                quiet 
                                                and 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                precious 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                tied 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                Mother's 
                                                apron
 
                                    
                                
                                                No-one 
                                                talks 
                                                about 
                                                castration
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                walk 
                                                where 
                                                it's 
                                                quiet 
                                                and 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                precious 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                law 
                                                and 
                                                poverty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                these 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                kill 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                go 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                walk 
                                                where 
                                                it's 
                                                quiet 
                                                and 
                                                dry
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                precious 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                that 
                                                flattens 
                                                my 
                                                hair 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                these 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                kill 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                their 
                                                lies 
                                                about 
                                                make-up 
                                                and 
                                                long 
                                                hair, 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                Pub 
                                                who 
                                                saps 
                                                your 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                church 
                                                who'll 
                                                snatch 
                                                your 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Queen 
                                                is 
                                                dead, 
                                                boys
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                so 
                                                lonely 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                limb
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                Pub 
                                                that 
                                                wrecks 
                                                your 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                church 
-                                                all 
                                                they 
                                                want 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Queen 
                                                is 
                                                dead, 
                                                boys
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                so 
                                                lonely 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                limb
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                very 
                                                long, 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                lonely
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                very 
                                                long, 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                lonely
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                very 
                                                long, 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                lonely
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                is 
                                                very 
                                                long, 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                lonely
 
                                    
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                            1 This Charming Man [New York Vocal] (2008 Remastered Version)
2 This Charming Man (2008 Remastered Version)
3 Asleep (2008 Remastered Version)
4 You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby (2008 Remastered Version)
5 How Soon Is Now? (2008 Remastered Version)
6 Bigmouth Strikes Again (2008 Remastered Version)
7 Money Changes Everything (2008 Remastered Version)
8 Hand In Glove (2008 Remastered Version)
9 What Difference Does It Make? [Peel Session - BBC] (2008 Remastered BBC Version)
10 Still Ill (2008 Remastered Version)
11 Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (2008 Remastered Version)
12 William, It Was Really Nothing (2008 Remastered Version)
13 Nowhere Fast (2008 Remastered Version)
14 Shakespeare's Sister (2008 Remastered Version)
15 Barbarism Begins At Home (2008 Remastered 7" Version)
16 That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore (2008 Remastered Version)
17 The Headmaster Ritual (2008 Remastered Version)
18 The Boy With The Thorn In His Side (2008 Remastered Version)
19 There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (2008 Remastered Version)
20 Panic (2008 Remastered Version)
21 Ask (2008 Remastered Version)
22 Shoplifters Of The World Unite (2008 Remastered Version)
23 Sheila Take A Bow (2008 Remastered Version)
24 Girlfriend In A Coma (2008 Remastered Version)
25 I Started Something I Couldn't Finish (2008 Remastered Version)
26 Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me (2008 Remastered Version)
27 Jeane (2008 Remastered Version)
28 Handsome Devil [Live at Manchester Hacienda 4/2/83 (2008 Remastered Version)]
29 Wonderful Woman (2008 Remastered Version)
30 Back To The Old House (2008 Remastered Version)
31 These Things Take Time (2008 Remastered Version)
32 Girl Afraid (2008 Remastered Version)
33 Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (2008 Remastered Version)
34 Stretch Out And Wait (2008 Remastered Version)
35 Oscillate Wildly [Instrumental] (2008 Remastered Version)
36 Meat Is Murder [Live at Oxford Apollo 18/3/85] (2008 Remastered BBC Version)
37 The Queen Is Dead / Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty [Medley] (2008 Remastered Version)
38 Vicar In A Tutu (2008 Remastered Version)
39 Cemetry Gates - 2008 Remastered Version
40 Half A Person (2008 Remastered Version)
41 Sweet And Tender Hooligan [BBC Version] (2008 Remastered)
42 Pretty Girls Make Graves [Troy Tate Version] (2008 Remastered Version)
43 Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before (2008 Remastered Version)
44 What's The World? [Live in Glasgow 1985] (2008 Remastered Version)
45 London [Live at National Ballroom, Kilburn, London 23/10/86] (2008 Remastered BBC Version)
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