Gary Gilmore dibujaba bien, creo yo. La canción es de The Adverts, narra la historia -ficticia- de un tipo que recibe un transplante de ojos, y se da cuenta que sus ojos pertenecieron antes al mismísimo Gilmore.
I'm lying in a hospital, I'm pinned against the bed
A stethoscope upon my heart, a hand against my head
They're peeling off the bandages, I'm wincing in the light
The nurse is looking anxious and she's quivering with fright.
I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
The doctors are avoiding me, my vision is confused
I listen to my earphones and I catch the evening news
A murderer's been killed, nd he donates his sight to science
I booked into a private ward, I realise that I
Must be looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
I smash the light in anger, push my bed against the door
I close my lids across the eyes I wish to see no more
The eye receives the messages and sends it to the brain
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same
When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Gary don't need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have parted company
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