Marc Almond - The Desperate Hours (1990) [HQ]

Inscreva-se no canal!! Ative o sininho 👉🔔 Deixe seu Like 👍 *** Peter Sinclair “Marc“ Almond é um cantor inglês. Nasceu em Southport, Lancashire em 09/07/1957. * Ficou conhecido por sua voz e imagem andrógina à frente do “Soft Cell“. * A carreira de Almond, ao longo de 4 décadas, teve aclamação crítica e comercial e ele vendeu mais de 30 milhões de discos em todo o mundo. * Foi nomeado Oficial da Ordem do Império Britânico nas Honras de Ano Novo de 2018 por serviços à arte e à cultura. * Afirmou que não gosta de ser um artista “gay“, dizendo que tal rótulo “permite que as pessoas marginalizem seu trabalho. Eu sou um cantor que por acaso é gay“. ♫♫♫ The Desperate Hours ♫♫♫ Tonight’s the night it said in my stars That love would be round the next bend I felt for a while that my run of good luck Would never come to an end This world was not made for me, no no no no no no no There was you, there was i, and the sea and the sky There was really no need to pretend, I saw Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl Could it be you or a call from my soul Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream Could it be you, be you Skull faced moon and dull faced you Grinning with mischief tonight The shimmer of stars The whisper of wind This minute, tonight is the night, I saw Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl Could it be you or a call from my soul Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream Could it be you, be you Unlock the secret door to my vault Open the gate that leads to my heart Touch of a tempter, touch of a siren Could it be you, be you The desperate hours The scent of the flowers You put in my room Makes me think of you In my dream I see Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl Could it be you or a call from my soul Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream Could it be you, be you Unlock the secret door to my vault Open the gate that leads to my heart Touch of a tempter, touch of a siren Could it be you, be you Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl Could it be you or a call from my soul Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream Could it be you, be you