Málo kapel si v druhé polovině devadesátých let vydobylo takové uznání kritiky a posluchačskou oblibu hraničící se zbožňováním, jako právě britské trio Morcheeba.
Píseň: Crimson
- Interpret:
- Morcheeba
- Album:
- Blood Like Lemonade
On the roadside by the wreckage With my head in my hands Wish I'd never got your message Felt too late to change your plans I can smell the Goodyears burning And it won't fade away Windscreen broken, you're bleeding Rolling action replay Hell bound, hopeless for you Nothing left to hold on to Hell bound, helpless, it's true It's crimson crystal view There's wild berries in the hedgerow All I need is a drink Got to soothe my shattered senses Please forgive me, time to think Down the dusty trails of treason Lies a dangerous game, there's a danger Sunshine suicide survivor Wasted angel, numb with pain, so wasted Hell bound, hopeless for you Nothing left to hold on to Hell bound, helpless, it's true It's crimson crystal view Hell bound, hopeless for you Nothing left to hold on to Hell bound, helpless, it's true It's crimson crystal view Hell bound, hopeless for you Hell bound, hopeless for you Hell bound, hopeless for you Hell bound, hopeless for you