Blancmange: The Day Before You Came | Song-Factsheet

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Song «The Day Before You Came» von Blancmange.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1984 01 (Album), 1984 (Single)
Label: London SH 8554, London BLANC 8
Songwriter Benny Andersson & Björn Ulvaeus
Produktion: John Luongo
Genre: Postpunk - Industrial - Industrial-Funk, Newpop - Synthpop

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Blancmange nehmen einen kleinen Eingriff in den Song vor: Der Erzähler liest beim Einschlafen einen Roman von Barbara Cartland statt von Marilyn French.

Personen und Querverweise


Blancmange
Benny Andersson
Björn Ulvaeus
John Luongo

Lyrics

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, Im certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this Im pretty sure it must have rained The day before you came I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two And at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five I must have left, theres no exception to the rule A matter of routine, Ive done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then Oh yes, Im sure my life was well within its usual frame The day before you came I must have opened my front door at eight oclock or so And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go Im sure I had my dinner watching something on TV Theres not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while The latest one by Barbara Cartland or something in that style Its funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came