Karamchand 1985

Осень А в воздухе весна Мне дома было скучно И я пошла туда, э-эй Танцпол был одиноким Одни лишь огоньки (эй) Но справа этот парень стоит И смотрит, и смотрит (раз, два, три) Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Ну что ты стоишь? Ну что ты стоишь, а? Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Мне нужен твой движ Так нужен твой движ Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Ну что ты стоишь? Ну что ты стоишь, а? Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Мне нужен твой движ Мне нужен твой движ (э-эй) (Танцуй, танцуй, э-эй) (Танцуй, танцуй) (Мне нужен твой движ) (Так нужен твой движ, э-эй) (Танцуй, танцуй, э-эй) (Танцуй, танцуй) (Мне нужен твой движ) (Так нужен, нужен, нужен) И сновa вечер (вечер) Включает дискоболы Мне снова надо видеть (а) Как двигается он (он) А мама говорила "Танцпол не для мужчин" (эй) Но если б она видела На dancefloor его dance Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Ну что ты стоишь? Ну что ты стоишь, а? Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Мне нужен твой движ Так нужен твой движ Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Ну что ты стоишь? Ну что ты стоишь, а? Танцуй, танцуй Танцуй, танцуй Мне нужен твой движ Мне нужен твой движ (э-эй) В центре этих огней все мысли мои О нём, о нём, о нём, о нём Возьми меня с собой, я не могу ждать Соло, соло, соло, соло Ловлю его глаза, мне так надо знать Кто он, кто он, кто он, кто он Сейчас мы в центре этих огней Танцуй, танцуй, танцуй, танцуй

I lågans sken ser jag bilder av mig själv Ljusa slitna jeans, en långhårig rebell Min tonårsvärld var fylld med förortsromantik Här fanns allt man kunde få och lite till En sekund av mitt liv Förevigad med polaroid En tidsepok Har sparats i mitt liv (Chorus) Kom ge dom tiderna tillbaks Jag vill ha allt dom åren gav När tröst och skratt var dina svar När vi var oskiljaktiga Och jag fick vara... Din vän Snälla ta mig tillbaka till livet vi levde igen 1985 Du tog ett tåg och skulle åka någonstans En arena fylldes, förväntningarna brann På TV sa dom att han var en folkets man Ut i luften sjöng han "We were born to run" Alla minnen, alla år Har bleknat bort men satt sitt spår Nu står jag här Med drömmen från igår (Chorus) Kom ge dom tiderna tillbaks Jag vill ha allt dom åren gav När tröst och skratt var dina svar När vi var oskiljaktiga Och jag fick vara ... din vän Snälla ta mig tillbaka till livet vi levde igen 1985 Jag hinner inte Stanna längre I det som gått förlorat Men kärleken du gav Bär jag med mig överallt (Bär jag med mig överallt) (Chorus) Så kom ge dom tiderna tillbaks Jag vill ha allt dom åren gav När tröst och skratt var dina svar När vi var oskiljaktiga Och jag fick vara din vän Snälla ta mig tillbaka till livet vi levde igen Snälla ta mig tillbaka till livet vi levde igen 1985 Vi levde då Jag lever än

He's a really cool guy He's got a cool shirt He's got cool shoes Did I mention the shirt? If you ever got the chance to meet him You'd know why I want to be him He walks into a room And everyone respects him (everyone respects him) He reads the news And doesn't let that shit affect him (let that shit affect him) He's really happy, he's thrilled to be alive His name is any white guy in 1985 White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) He's got a job and a family How does he do it? Balances work with his wife's underwhelming cooking He's got all the answers that I wanna know How can I be what I am, but 40 years ago, gee-whiz? He got it, and he flaunts I am the thing he is But he isn't when I walk I guess it's true that some people really got to fight to survive And some people are white guys in 1985 White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) White guy, 1985 (1985) Wait It wasn't easy being any white guy in 1985 Some white guys were living through the AIDS crisis Some white guys were Italian And I'm not saying it's hard being a white guy now I've misspoke I don't mean to lump a group of people in a hive I think I just meant my dad in 1985 My dad, 1985 (my dad) My father, 1985 (papa) My dad, 1985 Scott Burnham, 1985 (Scott) I wanna be my dad (Scott) I wanna be my dad in the '80s (Scott) My oblivious white dad in the mid-80s (Scott) My dad was an oblivious white guy (general contractor) My father was happier than I am If I could be anybody dead or alive I would wanna be my dad in 1985

How could you wait so long When there's a problem put it up on a shelf And though the day is done Think we should take the time to work on ourselves And in the full moon darling Dancing in the freeway signs I could think it's 1985 Like 1985 How could you wait so long Honey, baby come on give me the blues And though the day is gone I'd like to spend the night talking with you And in the full moon darling Dancing under neon signs I could think it's 1985 Like 1985 Is it too near, is it too far? Is it too deep, within your heart? I found lift-off I found the stars I found the star Dancing under neon signs Like 1985 Like 1985

Tell me, what does it take to make good now? How many years do you wait? Oh, and now all of the clouds are combining That flickering light's just a flame Oh, but yeah, I'm so tired I've been away for so many years But I guess I'll just wait a bit longer I'll stay 'til they open the gates Oh, but yeah All my life, I stayed here waiting With every new year always making me Feel as though there's nothing up there But one day you came out of nowhere 1985 was a good year The sky broke apart then you appeared Dropped from the heavens, they called me a dreamer I won't lie, I knew you belonged here Lifted off the ground I took your hands and pulled you down Because 1985 was a good year I won't lie, I knew you belonged here Oh well, how many years has it been now? How many days went to waste? Now the rain and the thunder are clashing The sun's got a smile 'cross the face Oh, but yeah, I'm so tired I fight so hard and come back beaten But beacon, burn through it brightly Then sour through a sliver of space Oh, but yeah All my life, I stayed here waiting With every new year always making me Feel as though there's nothing up there But one day you came out of nowhere 1985 was a good year The sky broke apart then you appeared Dropped from the heavens, they called me a dreamer I won't lie, I knew you belonged here Lifted off the ground I took your hands and pulled you down Because 1985 was a good year I won't lie, I knew you belonged here Lifted up Lift us back to the sky and the world above Lifted up Lifted up 1985 was a good year The sky broke apart then you appeared Dropped from the heavens, they called me a dreamer I won't lie, I knew you belonged here Lifted off the ground I took your hands and pulled you down Because 1985 was a good year I won't lie, I knew you belonged here