Nina Persson dedica una canción a los cantantes y letristas. Ídolos de oscura fachada, corazón roto, auto destructivos y obsesionados con ellos mismos.
Para los Chicos
Quémalo todo y rompe tu hogar
Esta va para los chicos
Eres un hombre vano y desvergonzado
Pero demonios, me encanta tu voz
Dedos huesudos y boca que farfulla
Me gustaría marcar tus palabras
Porque a veces no confío en ti
Cuando cantas
Sobre amor y juego
Es la historia sobre ti
Perdiéndote en tu ensueño
Bailas con una cortina de humo
Hundiéndote con tu ensueño
En el despertar de una gran máquina
Miel, miel y dinero y hombre
Todos mis chicos tristes
Cuidado con el engaño
Estás hablando de manera dulce
Sobre el dolor y las mujeres
Y a veces estás feo
Cuando eres feliz
Y a veces pareces estar mejor
Cuando estás deprimido
Una canción buena de verdad
Es la historia sobre ti
Perdiéndote en tu ensueño
Bailas con una cortina de humo
Hundiéndote con tu ensueño
En el despertar de una gran máquina
Tío, puedes cantar
Como si intentases romper mi corazón
Y puedes odiar
Y puedes echarle la culpa a las estrellas
Estás colgado a tu guitarra
Estás hasta la coronilla de quien eres
Así que venga chicos, va siendo hora de que lo dejéis pasar
Mira como me pierdo en tu ensueño
Mira como bailo con tu cortina de humo
Hundiéndome con tu ensueño
En el despertar de una gran máquina
En el despertar de una gran máquina
En el despertar de una gran máquina
For the Boys
Burn it all and break your home
This one's for the boys
You're a vain and shameless man
But hell, I love your voice
Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
I'd like to mark your words
'cause sometimes I don't trust you when you're singing
Of love and play
It's the story of you
Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
Honey, honey, and money and man
All my lonely boys
Easy with the sleight of hand
You're talking sweet 'bout the pain and the ladies
And sometimes you look ugly when you're happy
And sometimes you look better when you're down
A real good song
It's the story of you
Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
You're sliding through the big sleep
Man, you can sing
Like you're tryin' to break my heart
And you can hate
And you can blame it on the stars
You're strung up in your guitar
You're strung out on who you are
Come on boys, it's time you let it go
(Losing to your daydream)
(You dancing with a smokescreen)
(Goin' under with your daydream)
(You're sliding through the big sleep)
See me losing to your daydream
See me dancing with your smokescreen
Going under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine
This one's for the boys
You're a vain and shameless man
But hell, I love your voice
Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
I'd like to mark your words
'cause sometimes I don't trust you when you're singing
Of love and play
It's the story of you
Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
Honey, honey, and money and man
All my lonely boys
Easy with the sleight of hand
You're talking sweet 'bout the pain and the ladies
And sometimes you look ugly when you're happy
And sometimes you look better when you're down
A real good song
It's the story of you
Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
You're sliding through the big sleep
Man, you can sing
Like you're tryin' to break my heart
And you can hate
And you can blame it on the stars
You're strung up in your guitar
You're strung out on who you are
Come on boys, it's time you let it go
(Losing to your daydream)
(You dancing with a smokescreen)
(Goin' under with your daydream)
(You're sliding through the big sleep)
See me losing to your daydream
See me dancing with your smokescreen
Going under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine
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