I remember staggering out of Tokyo night clubs in the 90s at 4am with a couple of friends every weekend, getting back to my place and playing the album disintegration and Entreat, a great end to a great night(s).
, 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
This are not the original lyrics, but the ones that are put in google for a live performance, I don't really know why, but Robert ALWAYS sings different after "So it's all come back round to breaking apart again - Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again..." and the rest of that verse is always a different version. But the studio version (original album lyrics) is: So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Braking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone 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 SYMPATHY, crocodiles cry (and in that one last, he changes to between "sympathy" and "comfort", but the first one is the correct one). I know that learning 200 songs must be hard, and he used to change the lyrics for more songs (like Friday I'm in love or In Between Days) but this one is never sung "correctly". XD
Ese dia llegue al estadio a las 10 Am.. mi cumpleaños lo había celebrado el dia anterior no había dormido nada... ingresamos al estadio a las 17h00... empezó a las 21h a tocar... y esta fue la ultima cancion cuando se acabó me quede en shock no podía creer lo q había vivido ese dia... empeze a llorar.. tengo grabado ese momento viendo los últimos acordes llorando.. tenía 25 años...
