The Cure - 06. Speak My Language - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

IT WAS TOME

WAVING ARMS Across the Street

Your White Face Left Me Blue ...

How Can I Say All the Things

I have to see to you?

Oh! All the People Here

All Look the Same ...

The Little Time I Spend with You

We Drink Each Other Dry

Mammnnarghassstrometc!

Speak My Language!

IT WAS TOME

My eyes Touched Yours Across the Street

We Cut the Words

And Waved Goodbye

And droppe office the edge of the world

Mammnnarghassstrometc!

Speak My Language!

From the booklet to the boxing of b-sites and rarities "Join the Dots":

If 'Let's Go to Bed' and 'The Walk' were something atypical [for the group], then 'Lovecats' was the penetration of a completely new territory, he sparkled with humor and shameless peculiarity of pop music, strung on a jazz rhythm-section, consisting of sound engineer Phil Thornelli (BAS) and drummer Andy Anderson.

The same drug session gave rise to several more memorable melodies, later included in this box. “I sang Phil how in‘ Speak My Language ’the bass should sound, and Andy just added drums,” Robert recalls.

“I composed the piano parties and words on the go - which is very in the spirit of jazz! I believe that I began to realize that relations with my old friends are inevitably changing, that was the matter ... I wrote the first lines in advance, but everything else is an explosion, improvisation, perhaps it was then that I was most closely approaching the “stream of consciousness”. ”