• hakase@lemmy.zip
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    8 days ago

    “Cash Rules Everything Around Me” for anyone else who, like me, had no idea what the title acronym stood for.

        • wonderingwanderer@sopuli.xyz
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          7 days ago

          What are the real lyrics? I was going off of memory so it’s more likely I was mishearing the mental playback in my head from probably over a decade ago when the last time I heard that song

          • TheStaffmaster@lemmy.world
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            6 days ago

            (The Line breaks mean you pause as you recite the lyrics. This creates the proper cadence for the song)

            In a white room

            with Black curtains

            At the Station

            Black roof country

            No gold pavements

            Tired Starlings

            Sliver Horses

            ran down moonbeams

            On your dark eyes

            Dawn light smiles

            On your leaving

            My contentment

            I’ll wait

            in this place

            Where the sun

            never shines

            I wait

            in this place

            Where

            The shadows

            Run

            From themselves

            You said no strings

            could secure you

            at the station

            Platform ticket,

            restless diesels,

            goodbye windows

            I walked into,

            such a sad time,

            at the station

            As I walked out,

            felt my own need,

            just beginning

            I’ll wait

            in the queue

            When the trains

            Come back,

            Lie with you

            Where

            The shadows

            Run

            From themselves

            At the party,

            She was kindness

            In the hard crowd

            Consolation

            for the old wound

            now forgotten

            Yellow tigers

            crouched in jungles

            in her dark eyes

            Now gets morning,

            goodbye windows,

            tired starlings

            I’ll sleep

            in this place

            with the

            lonely crowd

            Lie in the dark,

            Where

            The shadows

            Run

            From themselves

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                2 days ago

                It’s ok. I knew where the mistake was. Besides, given the metaphoric underpinnings of the lyrics, It actually was more on the nose, given that the song is about the Vapid afterglow of 1960s post party scene where everyone is getting on the tube to go home and half are hungover, most everyone is exhausted and some are just coming down after experimenting on psychedelia. That kind of human wreckage cloud certainly be described that way. 😄