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• Artiste: Neil Halstead
• Titre: No Mercy For The Muse
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Shabby boy's kept you up all night Oh sentimental drinkers Sing songs that end in fights about fights And they'll swear to you That they just can't help it That poem in their head That painting of your bed It must out Does time stand still when you cross the room Oh surely it must do When they write a song That goes on, and on about you Does your golden hair, fall in waves No mention of a spot, Tantrum or tooth rot No not for them Just pearly smiles and Mona Lisa wiles For your coterie of stars Your barrel of charlatans Celebrate, and they will venerate Hold their heads in the morning glare For with some faint praise They will hold you gaze And dedicate It all to you Yeah dedicate it all to you Oh you live you life In black and white No subtlety for you No mercy for the muse It's true Come in again number 10 Your army of typewriters Your consequence of biters Won't last long And life will burden you not Love will carry on with a thrust And they'll swear to you That they just can't help it That poem in their head That painting of your bed It must out Celebrate, and they will venerate Hold their heads in the morning glare For with some faint praise They will hold you gaze And dedicate It all to you Yeah dedicate it all to you