Frankly, Mr. Shankly (Demo)
作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly
Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly
Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money
Frankly, Mr. Shankly (Demo)LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr
[00:02.53]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
[00:06.57]It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
[00:10.10]I want to leave you will not miss me
[00:14.18]I want to go down in musical history
[00:19.57]
[00:21.79]Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
[00:25.47]I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
[00:29.66]I must move fast, you understand me
[00:33.79]I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly
[00:54.95]
[00:56.02]Fame, fame, fatal fame
[01:01.51]It can play hideous tricks on the brain
[01:05.40]But still I rather be famous
[01:08.32]Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day
[01:14.17]
[01:14.98]But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
[01:18.61]Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
[01:22.85]I want to live and I want to love
[01:26.98]I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
[01:31.78]
[01:34.40]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
[01:38.69]It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
[01:42.37]Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
[01:46.15]I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly
[01:53.66]
[01:54.27]Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
[01:57.45]You are a flatulent pain the arse
[02:01.64]I do not mean to be so rude
[02:06.03]But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money
