Money in my Pocket
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love, oh no
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find, oh
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, woah baby
Ain't that a shame, yeah, yeah, yeah
To make me feel blue, woah yeah, yeah
Ain't that a shame, baby
Ain't that a shame...
Dennis Brown
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love, oh no
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find, oh
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, woah baby
Ain't that a shame, yeah, yeah, yeah
To make me feel blue, woah yeah, yeah
Ain't that a shame, baby
Ain't that a shame...
Dennis Brown
posted by lukeski at 10:15 pm
1 Comments:
I have nice one as well. Just excuse my translating (dis)ability, I was trying to be as literal as possible.
MIKIMAUZ
IN MORNINGS DARKNESS WAKES ME,
I TOUCH MY WRIST IF IT STILL BEATS
THEN IT MEANS I'VE GOT ONE MORE LUCKY BREAK.
OR MAYBE I'M DEAD INSTEAD AND MY SHOES HAVE BEEN SHINED,
STILL, DAY AFTER DAY WAKING TO THE FEELING OF NOTHING.
THERE'S NO WHY, THERE'S NO WHAT,
THERE'S NO WHERE TO BE FOUND,
THERE'S NO CAUSE, THERE'S NO ONE
TO HOLD ME TO THE GROUND.
A GAUNT DON QUIXOTE
SITS ASTRIDE HIS OLD ROSINANTA,
AND GOD IS BLIND BUS DRIVER
BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL.
I SWINCH ON THE TELEPHONE
ANSWERPHONE OF STRANGERS' FEELINGS,
BAD NEWS COMES EACH MORNING,
LIKE A COP IN DAWN.
I'M HALF AWAKE AND HALF STILL IN NIGHT BREAK,
I SHOULD SMILE BUT HAVE A MICKEY MOUSE SMILE.
MORNINGS SHOULD BE BANNED.
KIND MAN ON THE RADIO PLAYS CHICK COREA,
I’M REALLY HAPPY AS IF IN MAUSOLEUM,
IN QUEUE TO SEE THE MUMMY I HAVE BAGS UNDER EYES,
CUTE PINK SUNRISE DOESN’T INTEREST ME ANYMORE.
YOU’RE TALKING SOMETHING ABOUT WHAT WE SHOULD DO,
SLOWLY OUR SPOTS IN THE BED ARE GETTING COLD,
EVERYTHING'S COVERED IN SHADOW, WHOSE FAULT IT WAS
THAT WOODCUTTER CUT US APART WITH AN AXE?
BEDS SPLITED INTO TWO SOVEREIGN COUNTRIES,
WALPAPER DECORATION IS LIKE BORDER BARB WIRE,
IT WON’T COME IN A SLEEP, SLEEP IS SWEET FAINTNESS,
THAT LOVE WAS IN ME IS JUST A PLAIN ANGER.
BARB WIRE SHOULD BE BANNED
CURSED HOUR, MINUTE, THE SHORT MOMENT
WHEN THINGS ARE NOT BLACK BUT NOT WHITE EITHER,
WHEN IT’S NOT DARKNESS BUT NOT YET TIME TO SEE,
VIGILANCE IS A PAIN WITHOUT BLISSFUL ANAESTHESIA.
FURIOUSLY IT BEATS AND DENSLY STINGS IN GROINS,
IF ONLY COULD I FALL IN SLEEP AND NEVER WAKE UP, NO NEED TO THINK OF ANYTHING.
LEANED AGAINST MY KNEES I LISTEN TO YOUR TEARS,
IT’S TOO LATE TO LIVE AND TOO SOON TO DIE.
WHAT YESTERDAY BROUGHT AS IF NEVER WAS,
COFFEE IS DRUNKEN AND THERE’S NO MORE LEFT,
THINGS YOU DON’T WANT TO HAPPEN WILL HAPPEN ANYWAY,
AND BREAD WITH BUTTER ALWAYS FALLS TO THE GROUND THE WRONG SIDE DOWN.
BUTTER SHOULD BE BANNED.
YOU TALK ABOUT HOPE AND CONFUSE WORDS
LIKE SPY SATELLITES FLYING ABOVE EARTH,
UNDRESSING FROM PYJAMAS THAT WOULD BE QUITE EASY,
I’VE SPOKEN FOR TWENTY YEARS AND NOW I DON’T WANT TO ANYMORE.
FROM A POSTER ON A TOILET, FAT PIG
IS WAVING AT ME, MEANWHILE WATER’S RUNNING DOWN.
EVERYTHING’S BEEN SAID AND TAKEN TO SEPTIC TANK,
ONLY I HAVE COUPLE OF MORE MOMENTS TO LIVE THROUGH IN HERE.
I TOUCH MY WRIST AND OUTSIDE IS TOMORROW,
THE CLOCK IS CHIMMING SIGNALS OF MORNING RADIO SHOW,
I’M HALF AWAKE AND HALF STILL IN NIGHT BREAK,
I SHOULD SMILE BUT HAVE A MICKEY MOUSE SMILE.
LOVE SHOULD BE BANNED.
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