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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils

There's too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirit's on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that they're listening
Well, you've got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think it's essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief

Say the wrong word to our children ...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief

I'm very glad the spring has come
The sun shines outside bright
The little birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight



The sample of music in this song is from Shostakovich's 5th Symphony (Op. 47) 1st Movement. The ending sample is apparently from the 1952 film "Eight O'Clock Walk", starring Richard Attenborough.


Album: Southpaw Grammar
Year of Publication: 1995
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Boz Boorer

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Gli insegnanti hanno paura degli allievi

Ci sono troppe persone
che progettano il tuo crollo
Quando il tuo spirito è sotto esame
le notti possono diventare spaventose
Il sonno trasporta la tristezza
a certi altri mesencefali
E qualcuno qui
non sarà qui l'anno prossimo
Allora te ne stai in piedi vicino alla cattedra
pieno di paura e di intenti
E se pensi che ti stanno ad ascoltare
beh, forse hai voglia di scherzare!
Oh, comprendi il cambiamento
e pensi che sia essenziale
tranne quando la tua professione
è l'umiliazione
"Di' la cosa sbagliata ai nostri bambini...
Ti prenderemo, oh sì, ti prenderemo"
"Prova a toccare i nostri bambini
e non sarà mai troppo tardi per prenderti"
Muco sul colletto
Un chiodo su per la sedia del corpo docente
Una lama nella saponetta
e piangerai sul tuo cuscino
Essere finito sarebbe un sollievo
Essere finito sarebbe un sollievo

"Di' la cosa sbagliata ai nostri bambini...
Ti prenderemo, oh sì, ti prenderemo"
"Prova a toccare i nostri bambini
e non sarà mai troppo tardi per prenderti"
Essere finito sarebbe un sollievo
Essere finito sarebbe un sollievo

Sono molto contento che sia giunta la primavera
Il sole splende luminoso
Gli uccellini che sono sugli alberi
canticchiano per diletto




Il campionamento musicale del brano è tratto dalla 5a Sinfonia (Op. 47) primo Movimento di Shostakovic. Il campionamento alla fine della canzone sembra sia tratto dal film del 1952 "Eight O'Clock Walk", in cui compare l'attore Richard Attenborough.


Album: Southpaw Grammar
Anno di pubblicazione: 1995
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Boz Boorer

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