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Tony Wilson Said
(originale)
Shout out to the city
Like Tony Wilson said
Wrong number Chicago and New York
Dial Manchester instead
We’re driving through Rusholme
Moss side and Whalley Range
Get caught on the wrong side of the law in this town
They’ll treat you in Strangeways
He symbolised and crystallised freedom
A King with no crown
He left more than a million footprints
All over this town
What of Factory Records?
With their contracts signed in blood
And halfway to London he turned his car round
Somehow just knew he would
Outside The Apollo
The jewel of Ardwick Green
Stone’s throw from the Boardwalk
The Hacienda, on the corner of Whitworth Street
He symbolised and crystallised freedom
A King with no crown
He left more than a million footprints
All over this town
Some might call it a treason
A King with no crown
And he turned to face
His troubles down
To fight for our freedom
Turned his Jaguar round
And the wheels kept turning
The wheels kept turning
To the Cottonopolis
To the Cottonopolis
Shout out to the city
Like Tony Wilson said
Wrong number Chicago and New York
Dial Manchester instead
Shout out Factory Records
With their contracts signed in blood
It’s true that not only do the good die young
But only the young die good
He symbolised and crystallised freedom
A King with no crown
He left more than a million footprints
All over this town
He symbolised and crystallised freedom
A King with no crown
He left more than a million footprints
All over this town
(traduzione)
Grida alla città
Come ha detto Tony Wilson
Numero sbagliato Chicago e New York
Componi invece Manchester
Stiamo guidando attraverso Rusholme
Lato muschio e gamma Whalley
Fatti prendere dalla parte sbagliata della legge in questa città
Ti tratteranno in Strani modi
Simboleggiava e cristallizzava la libertà
Un re senza corona
Ha lasciato più di un milione di impronte
In tutta questa città
E i registri di fabbrica?
Con i loro contratti firmati con il sangue
E a metà strada per Londra ha fatto girare la macchina