Private Hell (Live At Newcastle City Hall, UK / 1980)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 10991116
๐ Lyrics
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food,
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food,
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.09] Closer than close - you see yourself -
[00:12.85] A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
[00:20.06] As each day goes by - a little more -
[00:25.41] You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
[00:30.08] The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
[00:31.87] Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
[00:37.29] is still there but unrecognizable -
[00:39.92] Private Hell.
[00:48.10] The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
[00:51.72] And seldom in - working late as usual.
[00:55.39] Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
[00:59.86] The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
[01:04.42] close your eyes and think of nothing but -
[01:07.13] Private Hell.
[01:13.45] Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
[01:15.20] Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
[01:18.01] Think of Edward - who's still at college -
[01:20.75] You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
[01:23.40] 'Cause he don't care,
[01:27.04] They don't care.
[01:27.92] 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
[01:41.57] The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
[01:46.01] And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
[01:50.63] In the afternoon - the weekly food,
[01:54.22] Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
[02:00.53] The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
[02:04.11] To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
[02:07.84] A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
[02:16.88] Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
[02:55.70] You see it smash - inside you crack -
[02:57.68] You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
[03:00.38] Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
[03:04.85] Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
[03:38.34]
[00:12.85] A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
[00:20.06] As each day goes by - a little more -
[00:25.41] You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
[00:30.08] The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
[00:31.87] Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
[00:37.29] is still there but unrecognizable -
[00:39.92] Private Hell.
[00:48.10] The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
[00:51.72] And seldom in - working late as usual.
[00:55.39] Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
[00:59.86] The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
[01:04.42] close your eyes and think of nothing but -
[01:07.13] Private Hell.
[01:13.45] Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
[01:15.20] Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
[01:18.01] Think of Edward - who's still at college -
[01:20.75] You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
[01:23.40] 'Cause he don't care,
[01:27.04] They don't care.
[01:27.92] 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
[01:41.57] The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
[01:46.01] And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
[01:50.63] In the afternoon - the weekly food,
[01:54.22] Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
[02:00.53] The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
[02:04.11] To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
[02:07.84] A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
[02:16.88] Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
[02:55.70] You see it smash - inside you crack -
[02:57.68] You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
[03:00.38] Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
[03:04.85] Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
[03:38.34]