Avui fa 32 anys què Ian Curtis va decidir penjar-se del sostre de la cuina…
Sempre hi ha una solució millor que aquesta. Cal no perdre el control… o potser cal perdre’l més sovint… :)
Cal tenir en compte en tot moment, què menys la mort, tot té solució!
Confusion in her eyes that says it all
She’s lost control
And she’s clinging to the nearest passer-by
She’s lost control
And she gave away the secrets of her past and said
I’ve lost control again
And of a voice that told her when and where to act, she said
I’ve lost control again
And she turned around and took me by the hand and said
I’ve lost control again
And how I’ll never know just why or understand, she said
I’ve lost control again
And she screamed out, kicking on her side and said
I’ve lost control again
And seized up on the floor
I thought she’d die, she said
I’ve lost control
She’s lost control again
She’s lost control
Well I had to phone her friend to state her case and say
She’s lost control again
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes and said
I’ve lost control again
And she expressed herself in many different ways
Until she lost control again
And walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed
I’ve lost control
She’s lost control again
She’s lost control