Blasphemous Rumours
Lyrics
Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists bored with life Didn't succeed thank the Lord For small merciesfull lyrics...
Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists bored with life Didn't succeed thank the Lord For small merciesfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
synth rock arrangingelectronica influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
a clear focus on recording studio production
synthetic sonority
minor key tonality
prominent use of synth
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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And when I die I expect to find him laughing Birds were singing in the summer sky Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors And when I die I expect to find him laughing She goes down on her knees and prays But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor Sixteen candles burn in her mind Girl of eighteen fell in love with everything But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor Publisher: GRABBING HANDS MUSIC LTD Then came the rain and once again I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors For small mercies I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors Slashed her wrists bored with life But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor She takes the blame it's always the same I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors And when I die I expect to find him laughing But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor On a life support machine And when I die I expect to find him laughing But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor Didn't succeed thank the Lord I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor Found new life in Jesus Christ But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find him laughing Songwriter: Martin Lee Gore And when I die I expect to find him laughing Summer's day as she passed away Hit by a car ended up Fighting back the tears Mother reads the note again And when I die I expect to find him laughing A tear fell from her Mother's eye I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors


