OR I WILL DO EVERYTHING I SAID I WOULDN´T DO BUT I WILL ...



WOULDN´T JOHN LENNON AND PAUL MC CARTNEY BE PROUD OF ALEX IF THEY SAW HIM SING MY MISTAKES ... IN THIS VIDEO? AND IF THEY READ ITS LYRICS?

MY MISTAKES WERE MADE FOR YOU

The Last Shadow Puppets

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Mmm ... maybe Paul has. Maybe John, too, wherever he is.

Now, don´t misunderstand me. I say John and Paul would be proud because there is talent here and there is an influence of The Beatles as there is one of Scott Walker. But what is amazing is that at this young age, Alex has been able to create this written piece which exceeds the quality of the average composer/lyricist.

MY MISTAKES WERE MADE FOR YOU

About as subtle as an earthquake I know,

my mistakes were made for you

And in the backroom of a bad dream she came

and whisked me away enthused

And it´s as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,

the fact is that it probably will hit something

on the hazardous terrain

And we´re just following the flock around

and in-between

before we´re smashed to smithereens

like they were

then we scramble from the blame

And it, the fame that put words in her mouth,

she couldn´t help but spit them out,

innocence and arrogance entwined,

in the filthiest of minds.

She was bitten on her birthday and now,

a face in the crowd she´s not

and I suspect that now forever the shape

she came to escape is forgot

And it´s a lot to ask her not to sting and give,

her less than everything,

around your crooked conscience she will wind.

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And Alex can also create something even more intimate, less traditional, pleasurably mind-blowing as "505".

This particular version on BBC Radio 1 (live) is rendered by a still amazingly young but more mature Alex. So the English are phlegmatic and too cool? I only feel passion and longing in the words and his voice. Brilliant.

The lyrics, like a dialogue or a letter, connect the lovers with simpler words.

*505*

I´m going back to 505,

If it´s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,

In my imagination you´re waiting, lying on your side,

with your hands between your thighs.

Stop and wait a sec,

oh, when you look at me like that my darling,

What did you expect,

I probably still adore you with your hand around my neck,

Or I did last time I checked,

Not shy of a spark

A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,

Frightened by the bite though it´s not harsher than the bark,

Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,

I´m going back to 505,

If it´s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,

In my imagination you´re waiting, lying on your side,

with your hands between your thighs, and a smile.

But I crumble completely when you cry,

It seems like once again you´ve had to greet me with goodbye,

I´m always just about to go and spoil a surprise,

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon.