The Smiths – The Queen is Dead
“The Smiths – The Queen is Dead” This latest hard project is bound to go to the top of the charts as we can see that the team behind it did their best to the execution of the work.
From ” The Smiths – The Queen is Dead” the compendium of the African drums and the percussion laced with quite accomplishing Strings and chords to the amazing laying of vocals and interesting lyrics coupled with the standard mixing and mastering.’
- “MUSIC FILE DETAILS”
- Writer: Rõçky Bøy
- Artist(s): The Smiths
- Track Title: The Queen is Dead
- Category: Music
- File Type: Audio/mpeg
So we can unquestionably confirm that “The Smiths – The Queen is Dead” is one hard work that will disorganized the airwaves for a while, this is nothing surprising since we all know the vibe never ends!The producer ‘The Smiths‘ was quite excited to inform the fans about this new drop on Twitter and other social media platforms earlier this weekend and you can stream it on DSP worldwide.
The Queen is Dead Lyrics
Oh, take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me anywhere
Drop me anywhere
In Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don’t care
I should like to see—
[Intro 2]
I don’t bless them
[Verse 1]
(Farewell) to this land’s cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between archers
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I’m truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I say Charles don’t you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your mother’s bridal veil?
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I’m the 18th pale descendent
Of some old queen or other
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 3]
So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said, “Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing”
I said, “That’s nothing, you should hear me play piano”
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you are tied to your mother’s apron
No-one talks about castration
(Oh, oh-oh)
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty, oh, oh
(These are the things that kill me)
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair, oh
(These are the things that kill me)
All their lies about makeup and long hair, are still there
[Verse 5]
Past the pub that saps your body
And the church who’ll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb
Pass the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb
[Outro]
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
Life is very long, when you’re lonely
