di Lane

WARRANT

Got a picture of your house and you’re standing by the door
It’s black and white and faded and it’s looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I worked silhouetted in the back
The memories are gray but, man, they’re really coming back
I don’t need to be the king of the world
As long as I’m the hero of this little girl
Heaven isn’t too far away
Closer to it every day
No matter what your friends might say
How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes
There’s a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky
When I come home late at night and you’re in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath
I don’t need to be a superman…

di Marr, Morrisey

THE SMITHS

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the grasmere
But honey pie, you’re not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there’s panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
The provincial towns you jog ‘round
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ…