Der Morgen danach

Oje, die arme Buwe. Zeit, ein Pfirsich-Barracuda-Joghurt essend, das Ergebnis von gestern abend zu verdauen. Die passende Trauermusik mit (gekürzten) Texten:

The Smoking Popes: The party's over (für sanfter Trauernde das Original von Nat King Cole oder Shirley Bassey)

The party's over
It's time to call it a day
They've burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It's time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid
The party's over
The candles flicker and dim
You danced and dreamed through the night
It seemed to be right just being with him
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party's over
It's all over, my friend


Morrissey: I'll never be anybody's hero now

They who should love me
Walk right through me
I am a ghost
And as far as I know I haven't even died
And my love is under the ground
My one true love is under the ground
And I'll never be
I'll never be anybody's hero now

I'll never be anybody's lover now
Things I've heard and I've seen
And I've felt and I've been
Tell me I'll never be anybody's lover now
It begins in the heart
And it hurts when it's true
It only hurts because it's true


The Smiths: You just haven't earned it yet, Baby

If you're wondering why
All the love that you long for eludes you
And people are rude and cruel to you
I'll tell you why
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it, son
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just haven't earned it yet, baby

If you're wondering why
When all I wanted from life was to be famous
I have tried for so long, it's all gone wrong
I'll tell you why
But you wouldn't believe me

Today I am remembering the time
When they pulled me back
And held me down
And looked me in the eyes and said
You just haven't earned it yet, baby