W jednym z numerów 'Guardiana' dziennikarz, podający się za wielkiego fana Micka, obrzydliwie ironizuje, że artysta poprzez opuszczenie UE przez Wielką Brytanię straci dostęp do łatwych dla niego Europejek (Ah, the real tragedy of leaving the EU: Mick Jagger potentially losing
easy, visa-free access to sexually available women in mainland European
cities). Krytyce poddany zostaje także tekst, no bo jak może się podobać ludziom chcącym uciec z Unii słowa: 'Przyjechałem do Anglii, ale jej już nie ma'. Ale sądzę, żezwolennicy Micka jak i Brexitu nie przejęli się. Nieważne, dla mnie piosenka ok, losami Brytyjczyków nie przejmuję się, Mick da sobie radę wszędzie. Łącznie z nowymi podbojami, choć wątpię by w tym wieku był dawnym Jaggerem. Pamiętajmy, że ocenia się, że największymi podrywaczami XX wieku (liczba kochanek liczona w tysiącach) uznano właśnie Micka Jaggera oraz Warrena Beatty. Słynnego aktora z Hollywood, bata Shirley MacLaine. Czy nowy singiel jest zapowiedzią nowego albumu? Nie wiem, jeśli tak, to czekam z niecierpliwością. Bez względu na to czy i kiedy i co wydaje ikona rock and rolla jest ważne i warte zainteresowania się.
Lost, lost, lost, lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't look home anyway
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Do you wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what we're all about
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Don't know what's home
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't look home anyway
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Do you wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what we're all about
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Don't know what's home
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost
Source: https://songtexte.co/en/mick-jagger-england-lost-lyrics-538d17
Lost, lost, lost, lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't look home anyway
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Do you wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what we're all about
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Don't know what's home
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost
Source: https://songtexte.co/en/mick-jagger-england-lost-lyrics-538d17
Lost, lost, lost, lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't look home anyway
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Do you wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what we're all about
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Don't know what's home
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost
Source: https://songtexte.co/en/mick-jagger-england-lost-lyrics-538d17
Druga piosenka to Coldplay, kapela, ktorej członkowie są średnio o 40 lat młodsi od Jaggera. Na szczęście znowu, jak dla mnie, w wielkiej formie, bowiem kapela Chrisa Martina rozczarowuje mnie od kilku już lat. Zupełnie nie przemawiają do mnie ostatnie albumy zespołu, single z amerykańskimi gwiazdkami. Kocham Coldplay z czterech pierwszych albumów, ale rozumiem, że artysta musi ewoluować, stąd zespół wciąż poszukuje, rozwija się, odnajduje się w nowych rejonach muzyki. Rihanna, Beyonce, czemu nie? Ale jak napisałem wcześniej lubię Coldplay klasyczny, gitarowy, wspomagany oczywiście klawiszami, w typowy dla rocka sposób. Stąd zaskoczenie, że spodobała mi się tak bardzo ich kompozycja 'Hypnotized' z najnowszej EP-ki,'Kaleidocope' (odkurzony rodzaj wydawnictwa rodem z laty 60-tych). Coldplay w brzmieniu klubowym, elektronicznym, z pięknym tekstem i naprawdę narkotycznej melodii. Są piosenki, które puszczane kilka godzin bez przerwy nie nudzą się. Ciężko mi powiedzieć dlaczego? Pulsujący rytm, nienachalna melodia, klimat, elektroniczne brzmienie, ciepły wokal. Nie wyobrażam sobie np. 20 razy pod rząd słuchać np. 'Hotelu California' The Eagles, 'A Day In The Life' The Beatles czy 'Again' Archive, a są to przecież piosenki o niebo lepsze od wymienionych za chwilę, a jednak 'Hypnotized' słuchałem niedawno bez przerwy około 2 godzin. Podobnie kiedyś w czasie jazdy rowerem 'Instant Crush' Daft Punku. Nie umiem tego wyjaśnić. 
Running to a faint
Need a brand new coat of paint
Found myself in trouble
Thinking about what ain't
Never gonna be a saint
Saying float like an eagle
Fall like the rain
Pouring in to put out the pain
Oh again and again
Now I'm hyp, hypnotised
Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes
Oh I'm hyp, hypnotized
Yeah I slip and I'm mesmerised
It's easy to be lethal
I'm learning from the news
It's a guidebook for the blues
Saying it's the very same steeple
People want to choose
They just see it from different views
And threading the needle
Fixing my flame
Oh now I'm moved to exclaim
Oh again, and again
Now I'm hyp, hypnotised
Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes
Oh I'm hyp, hypnotized
Yeah I lift and I'm mesmerised
Oh again, and again
Now I'm hyp, hypnotised
Yeah I lift to a permanent high
Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised
It was dark
Now it's sunrise
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