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“Добро пожаловать в акустическую секцию! Так что это стало традицией тура Eras, когда в этой части шоу я стараюсь быть очень креативной и придумывать то, что вам захочется услышать, и я всегда исполняю что-то новое на гитаре и что-то еще на фортепиано, и, о, на меня налетела мошка — это не сработало, она исчезла, кризис предотвращен, все в порядке. Так что, на самом деле, я впервые играю эту песню вживую!“ — Тейлор перед выступлением в The Tortured Poets Department/Now That We Don’t Talk (гитара) в Лиссабоне, Португалия, 25 мая 2024 Вот что она спела: You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department I think some things I’ll never say Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?” But you’re in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show Who else decodes you? And who’s gonna hold you like me? And who’s gonna know you, if not me? I laughed in your face and said “You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’rе modern idiots” And who’s gonna hold you like me? Nobody No-fucking-body Nobody You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist I scratch your head, you fall asleep Like a tattooed golden retriever But you awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head But I’ve read this one where you come undone I chose this cyclone with you And who’s gonna hold you like me? (Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?) And who’s gonna know you like me? (Who’s gonna know you?) I laughed in your face and said “You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re modern idiots” And who’s gonna hold you like me? No-fucking-body Nobo (Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?) Nobody Sometimes, I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be ‘Cause we’re crazy So tell me, who else is gonna know me? At dinner, you take my put my ring onoff my middle finger And put it on the one people put wedding rings on And that’s the closest I’ve come to my heart exploding What do you tell your friends, We shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can’t pretend it’s platonic It’s just ended So, I called my mom She said to get it off my chest Remind myself the way you faded ’til I left I cannot be your friend So I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost Now that we don’t talk Now that we don’t talk Who’s gonna hold you? (Who?) like Me Now that we don’t talk Who’s gonna know you? (Who?) Not Me Now that we don’t talk And you’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re two idiots Who’s gonna hold you? Not me Now that we don’t talk [Post-Chorus 3] Now that we don’t talk Now that we don’t talk Now we don’t talk Now that we don’t talk? I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock Or that I’d like to be on a mega-yacht With important men who think important thoughts Guess maybe I am better off Now that we don’t talk And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery Just like I had been when you were chasing me Guess this is how it has to be Now that we don’t talk #TaylorSwift #тейлорсвифт #TheErasTour #MattyHealy
