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Di nuovo, una soundtrack azzeccatissima per un telefilm di fantascienza, il solito Doctor Who.
Il Dottore ha appena perso la sua compagna di due anni d’avventure, Rose, e per una serie di inconvenienti si trova in una festa dove ballano questa:
Love Don’t Roam
Murray Gold
Well, I’ve roamed about this Earth
With just a suitcase in my hand,
And I’ve met some bog-eyed Joe’s,
I’ve met the blessed, I’ve met the damned.
But of all the strange, strange creatures
In the air, at sea, on land,
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
I love you, you understand.
So, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam. No, no.
I have wandered, I have rambled
I have crossed this crowded sphere,
And I’ve seen a mass of problems
That I long to disappear.
Now, all I have’s this anguished heart,
For you have vanished too.
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
Just what is this man to do?
So, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam.
Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam. No, no.
Well, you took me in, you stole my heart,
I cannot roam no more.
Because love, it stays within you,
It does not wash up on a shore.
But a fighting man forgets each cut
Each knock, each bruise, each fall,
But a fighting man cannot forget
Why his love don’t roam no more.
Oh, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam.
Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam.
Yeah, walk with me, my love, my love,
Walk tall, walk proud, walk far,
For you know my love, you are, you are,
You are my shining star.
Walk with me, oh my love,
Walk tall, walk proud, walk far.
For you know my love, you are, you are,
You are my shining star, you are, you are.
Yeah!
Reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
My body’s tired of travelling
And my heart don’t wish to roam.
Date un’occhiata al testo in grassetto, e immaginatevi la sua espressione, il suo stato d’animo e come è riflesso dal testo di quello che tutti stanno ballando.
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