Friday, March 26, 2021

The alien πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—from the planet WsdfgxxxqxyxwyxwπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ

For some reason, I am not sure why, I always put Joy Division and Bauhaus in the same playlist, probably because I intensively listened to both of the bands together with my friends during one short period long time ago. 

Actually, they were never my cup of tea, but I appreciate them a lot, of course. 

Joy Division - Disorder πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ

Bauhaus - The Passion of Lovers πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ



But. . . πŸ˜ŠπŸ’—

. . . I much prefer this alien πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—from the planet WsdfgxxxqxyxwyxwπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’— solo. This is one of my top 20, let's say, yes, definitely, that's for sure. πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ The anthem of my teen daysπŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ

Peter Murphy - Cut You UpπŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ


πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ 

I find you in the morning

After dreams of distant signs

You pour yourself over me

Like the sun through the blinds

 You lift me up

And get me out

Keep me walking

But never shout

Hold the secret close

I hear you say

You know the way

It throws about

It takes you in

And spits you out

It spits you out

When you desire

To conquer it

To feel you're higher

To follow it

You must be clean

With mistakes

That you do mean

Move the heart

Switch the pace

Look for what seems out of place

πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ 

On and on it goes

Calling like a distant wind

Through the zero hour we'll walk

We'll cut the thick and break the thin

No sound to break no moment clear

When all the doubts are crystal clear

Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way

It twists and turns

Changing color

Spinning yarns

You know the way

It leaves you dry

It cuts you up

And takes you high 

You know the way

It's painted gold

Is it honey

Is it gold

You know the way

It throws about

It takes you in

And spits you out

Oh, cuts you up

Oh, cuts you up

Oh, cuts you up

Oh, la la la la la la la la

You know the way

It throws about

It takes you in

And spits you out

It spits you out

When you desire

To conquer it

To feel you're higher

To follow it

You must be clean

With mistakes

That you do mean

Move the heart

Switch the pace

Look for what

Seems out of place

Oh, cuts you up

Oh, cuts you up

It's o.k.

It goes this way

The line is thin

It twists away

Cuts you up

And spits you out

Keeps you walking

But never shout

Oh

Oh

 πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆ