Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing Ever Happens, artist - Del Amitri. Album song The Best Of Del Amitri - Hatful Of Rain, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Nothing Ever Happens |
Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed |
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their clothes |
Janitors padlock the gates |
For security guards to patrol |
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink |
While the married ones turn on a chat show |
And they’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
Gentlemen time please, you know we can’t serve anymore |
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there’s nothing to go And by five o’clock everything’s dead |
And every third car is a cab |
And ignorant people sleep in their beds |
Like the doped white mice in the college lab |
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
The needle returns to the start of the song |
And we all sing along like before |
And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
Telephone exchanges click while there’s nobody there |
The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care |
Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day |
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed |
Just survive constant action replay |
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
The needle returns to the start of the song |
And we all sing along like before |
And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs |
While angry from Manchester writes to complain about |
All the repeats on T.V. |
And computer terminals report some gains |
On the values of copper and tin |
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs |
For the price of a hospital wing |
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
The needle returns to the start of the song |
And we all sing along like before |
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
They’ll burn down the synagogues at six o’clock |
And we’ll all go along like before |
And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |