Objev alternativní americké scény pochází z Las Vegas, ale jako doma je spíše v Británii, kde jsou z nich již teď velké hvězdy. Vždyť taky jejich hudbu můžeme přirovnat spíše k britským kořenům jako The Smiths či Pulp a "osmedesátkové synťáky" to...
Píseň: Boots
- Interpret:
- Killers, The
- Album:
- (Red) Christmas EP
No more trouble, In this town. Silent night, for a change. Brand new year, Coming up ahead. You know its been so long, Since I rang one in? I close my eyes, Think about the path I took. Just when I think these times, Have gotten the best of me. I can see my mother in the kitchen. My father on the floor, Watching television. It's a wonderful life. Cinnamon candles burning. Snowball fights outside. Smile below each nose and above each chin. Stomp my boots before I go back in. I wasted my wishes, On Saturday nights. Boy what I would give, For just one more. I soften my heart, Shocked the world. Do you hear my voice? Do you know my name? Light my way, Lift my head. Light my way, I can see my mother in the kitchen. My father on the floor, Watching television. It's a wonderful life. Cinnamon candles burning. Snowball fights outside. Smile below each nose and above each chin. Family all together. Presents piled high. Frost on all the windows, What a wonderful night. Cinnamon candles burning. Snowball fights outside. Smile below each nose and above each chin. So happy they found me, Love was all around me. Stomp my boots before I go back in.