Nothing between us Just love this song and wanna share it with you guys!!! The next single from The Tears is 'Lovers', to be released on June 20, following the album 'Here Come The Tears' on June 6. You are the dust and, I am the rain, Lets go out in the rust and Let's gather the change Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us You stain the pavements I'll take the blame Our love is our saviour Our life is our grave Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us ‘Cause we're all refugees And we're all drifting like leaves But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us We'll live for the sunshine And smile through the rain And we're all refugees And we're all drifting like leaves But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us So let's take to the streets You and I compete with the freaks And like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us Well there's nothing between us Well there's nothing between us Note: The birth of The tears is with this Philip Larkin's poem ... Femmes Damnées The fire is ash: the early morning sun Outlines the patterns on the curtains, drawn The night before. The milk's been on the step, The 'Guardian' in the letter-box, since dawn. Upstairs, the beds have not been touched, and thence Builders' estates, and the main road, are seen, With labourers, petrol-pumps, a Green Line 'bus, And plots of cabbages set in between. But the living-room is ruby: there upon Cushions from Harrod's, strewn in tumbled heaps Around the floor, smelling of smoke and wine, Rosemary sits. Her hands are clasped. She weeps. She stares about her: round the decent walls (The ribbon lost,her pale gold hair falls down) Sees books and photos: 'Dance'; 'The Rhythmic Life'; Miss Rachel Wilson in a cap and gown. Stretched out before her, Rachel curls and curves, Eyelids and lips apart, her glances filled With satisfied ferocity: she smiles, As beasts smile on the prey they have just killed. The marble clock has stopped. The curtained sun Burns on: the room grows hot. There, it appears, A vase of flowers has spilt, and soaked away. The only sound heard is the sound of tears. · From Sugar and Spice, a poem sequence, written in 1943 and published for the first time in Trouble at Willow Gables and Other Fictions by Philip Larkin, edited by James Booth.   Create Date : 23 พฤษภาคม 2548 3 comments Last Update : 24 พฤษภาคม 2548 2:11:06 น. Counter : 517 Pageviews. Share Tweet

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