#3465

[sleepsucks]

[max-the-many]

I didn't expect this pyjama pant to be his when I found it at my uncles house.

This raised a bunch of questions. And I think, now that I had the opportunity, I definately should investigate on that...

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 25, 1984

Lyrics:

Cry

To your soul

To your soul

Cry

Cry

You leave in the morning with

everything you own in a little black case

Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand why you had to leave

But the answers you seek will never be found at home

The love that you need will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy

You were the one that they'd talk

about around town as they put you down

And as hard as they would try, they'd hurt to make you cry

But you never cried to them, just to your soul

No, you never cried to them, just to your soul

Cry, boy, cry

Run away, turn away, run away,

turn away, run away (crying to your soul)

Run away, turn away, run away,

turn away, run away (crying to your soul)

Run away, turn away, run away,

turn away, run away (crying to your soul)

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry

You leave in the morning with

everything you own in a little black case

Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Songwriter:

Larry Steinbachek / Willi Forrest Steven / James W Somerville

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Bronski Beat

[harveyphotography]

Orvieto non si visita: si contempla, come un’opera d’arte sospesa nel tempo.

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3465:

it’s not enough to wait for inspiration to just strike any more, it has to fucking kill you

[honjitsuno1mai]

#3465 ＠ 宮崎県宮崎市赤江（宮崎空港）

[leedongwook]

Shots fired. Shots fired. A firefighter is down. I repeat, firefighter is down. Shots fired.

[every-tome]