Derby in testa

Inutile girarci attorno: oggi è derby nella mia testa tra due vecchie canzoni: The Smiths - I Know It's Over e Arctic Monkeys - The Bad Thing. Quale scegliere?

Cliccando sui titoli qui sopra si possono ascoltare, ma anche leggere i testi può essere illuminante per scegliere correttamente.

The Smiths - I Know It's Over
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed

Oh well, enough said..

I know it's over, still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

See the sea wants to take me

The knife wants to slit me

Do you think you can help me?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy

Handsome groom, give her room

Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly

though she needs you more than she loves you

And I know it's over, still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

I know it's over

And it never really began

But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me and said:

"If you're so funny

then why are you on your own tonight?

And if you're so clever

then why are you on your own tonight?

If you're so very entertaining

then why are you on your own tonight?

If you're so very good-looking

Why do you sleep alone tonight?

I know

'Cause tonight is just like any other night

That's why you're on your own tonight

With your triumphs and your charms

While they're in each other's arms.."

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strength to be gentle and kind

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes guts to be gentle and kind

Love is Natural and Real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is Natural and Real

But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Arctic Monkeys - The Bad Thing

Do the bad thing
Take off your wedding ring
But it won't make it that much easier
It might make it worse
Oh, the night's like a whirlwind
Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me, but it's alright
She's sayin' that he's not gonna slap me or try to attack me
He's not the jealous type
And I only need to get half an excuse and I'm away
But when there's no excuses, that's much easier to say
I've been before
And all these capers make her too forward to ignore
Well, she's talkin', but I'm not entirely sure, oh
Do the bad thing
Take off your wedding ring
But it won't make it that much easier
It might make it worse
Oh, I'm standing at the bar and somebody's partner's talkin' to me
But I don't know that is what she isn't
She murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true
And I knew how she could have anyone she wants
And I'm strugglin' to think of an immediate response
Like, I don't mind
Be a big mistake
For you to wait
And let me waste your time
Really, love, it's fine
Really, love, it's fine
And then the first time it occurred that there was something to destroy
I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy
Oh, but she carried on suggestin' a struggle to refuse
She said, 'it's the red wine this time, but that is no excuse.'

(grassetti miei)