Esperimento di ciò che sento

Stamattina stavo ascoltando Some people dei Goldfrapp (in vista di lunedì prossimo, oh yeah!) ed ho realizzato che non riesco a capire tutto quello che dice, perciò ho deciso di fare un esperimento: scrivo a sinistra quello che sento io, poi a destra quello che dice in verità Alison.

Prima di procedere, comunque, vi consiglio di sentirvi il brano con questo video non ufficiale (non c'è un video ufficiale).

La penultima frase io la capisco come "What you thought you've lost when you kissed Miss Lane?" e me la visualizzo con Alison che parla al suo amante, chiedendogli se si rendesse conto di cosa avesse perso (Alison stessa) nel momento in cui ha baciato questa signora di mezz'età chiamata Miss Lane, che io visualizzo come Anne Bancroft de "Il laureato". Ora so che non dice così, però la visualizzazione spero di riuscire a mantenerla. Tanto domani avrò già dimenticato le parole giuste.

Some people by Goldfrapp (versione "Ciò che capisco io")		Some people by Goldfrapp (versione "Quello che canta Alison")
Some people care for less Some people find it hard to get dressed Some people will Ask how old I am Some people living their life Some people need more than a slice but when it fades When the (clito's???) gone You'll know it (me?) You owe it to yourself I won't let it make you mad in so many (???) (???) lonely wound the shade is down I pray the lights and the (???) are empty hands Some people don't get much Some people feel they're in touch with spirit beings Talking to you now Some people just can't say Some people just wanna play They get a kick when they're so messed up You'll know it You owe it to yourself I won't let it make you mad In so many (???) You'll know it You owe it to yourself I won't let it make you mad In so many (???) What you thought you lost was (a) kiss mislaid Hold the poems written in your skin You'll know it You owe it to yourself I won't let it make you mad In so many (???) You'll know it You owe it to yourself I won't let it make you mad In so many (???) And what you thought you lost once kissed miss Laid? And all the poems written in your skin		Some people kill for less Some people find it hard to get dressed Some people, well Ask how old I am Some people live in a life Some people need more than a slice But when it fades When the glitter's gone You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy Old and lonely when the shade is down The brighter lights just smells their empty heads Some people don't get much Some people feel they're in touch With spirit worlds talking to you now Some people just gotta say Some people just wanna play They get a kick when it's all messed up You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy And what you thought you lost was just mislaid All the poems written in your skin You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy And what you thought you lost was just mislaid And all the poems written in your skin