Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole & The Commotions: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Lloyd Cole & The Commotions

Lost Weekend

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Lost Weekend adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Capitol Records tarafından 1 Ocak 1989 tarihinde yayınlandıLloyd Cole and the Commotions: 1984-1989

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lloyd Cole & The Commotions

Lloyd Cole & The Commotions

Performer

Blair Gray Cowan

Blair Gray Cowan

Keyboards

Lloyd Cole

Vocals

Neil Robert Clark

Neil Robert Clark

Guitar

Lawrence Donegan

Lawrence Donegan

Bass Guitar

Stephen Irvine

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lloyd Cole

Composer

Neil Robert Clark

Neil Robert Clark

Composer

Lawrence Donegan

Lawrence Donegan

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Clive Langer

Producer

Alan Winstanley

Alan Winstanley

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Verse 1]

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

And double pneumonia in a single room

And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along with you?

[Verse 2]

This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep

With ashtray clothes and this lonely heart's pen

Which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo upon my palm

'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

[Verse 3]

You see, I

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it

Drop it and I'll fall to pieces

So easily

[Verse 4]

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain and my aim was taboo

You, could we meet in the marketplace?

Did I ever, hey, please, did you wound my knees?

[Verse 5]

You see, I

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it

Drop it and I'll fall to pieces, yeah

Too easy

[Verse 6]

There's nobody else to blame

I hang my head in a crying shame

There is nobody else to blame

Nobody else 'cept my sweet self again

[Verse 7]

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along?

[Verse 8]

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees

And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm

You wrote upon me when you took my hand

[Verse 9]

You see, I

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it

Drop it and I'll fall to pieces

Too easily

Too easily

Too easily

Written by: Lawrence Francis Donegan, Lloyd Cole, Neil Robert Clark

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