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Présentation : Premier extrait de l'album Listen without prejudice vol.1 qui sortira quelques semaines plus tard. Le volume 2 ne verra jamais le jour en raison du procès (perdu par George) entre l'artiste et sa maison de disque. Pour promouvoir ce titre, George Michael avait choisi de ne pas se montrer afin de se débarrasser de l'étiquette de "chanteur à minettes" dont certains journalistes l'affublaient. Pochette et clip vidéo furent donc vierges de toute image du chanteur.
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'cause god's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
Tududu
Whohohoho
Hum wohohoho yeah
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say "what's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but i'll take my chances
'Cause god's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'cause he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time
Tududu
Wohoho yeah
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lechuckLe 27/12/2016 à 18:56
Paroles, voix, musique.. une bien belle composition.
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Paroles, voix, musique.. une bien belle composition.
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