This week: Wonderwall
Today Today
Is gonna be the day Is
going to be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you That
they are going to throw the tennis ball back to you, from next
door's garden
By now By
now
You shoulda somehow You
should have somehow
Realised what you've gotta do Realised
what you have to do to stop the balls going over
I don't beleive that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
Backbeat Backbeat
(the act of beating a ball back over)
The word is on the street The
word is on the street
That the fire in you heart is out That
you've lost all passion in your attempts to keep the ball where
it belongs
I'm sure I'm
sure
You've heard it all before You've
heard all these rumours before
But you never really had a doubt But
we both know that you are pretty damn good at stopping those
balls generally
I don't beleive that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads we have to walk (The
winding roads and blinding lights are symbolic of an unsure Are
winding future
as regards the tennis ball)
And all the lights that light the way
Are blinding
And there are many things that I
Would like to say to you
But I don't know how (It
soon becomes clear why this communication problem is
present)
But maybe
But
maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me You
are going to be the one that saves any more balls from going
over
And afterall
And
afterall
You're my wonderwall You
are a very nice wall (the implication here is that the wall is nice
and
tall and hard to hit tennis balls over, also the fact that the song is
addressed to the garden wall itself explains the communication
problems)
Etc.