Verpletterend, mooi, verpletterend mooi, uiterst dansbaar afgezien van de eerste 2,5 minuut waarin men maar dient te zien wat men doet. Ontdek de nicht in u zelf, heren, bij dat intro op de vloer.
Niets is expliciet in de tekst maar die is toch overduidelijk. Het nummer is uit 1984, en denk maar niet dat het nu zo anders is, niet in Engeland, niet in de VS en niet in Nederland.
Postpunkdisco van Bronski Beat.
You leave in the morning
With everything you own in a little black case
Alone on the platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home
Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That they’d talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
They’d hurt to make you cry
But you’d never cry to them
Just to your soul
No you’d never cry to them
Just to your soul
Run away turn away (vele malen herhaald tot uitfaden)
