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All this tenderness has come to nothing
All that we require is being rearranged I've no wish to look to the future For my exspectations will no doubt be changed Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed Poisoned pens in invisible paper Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists What is the chance of us living Some of our simplest dreams Are all the structures we build here Really as frail as they seem The dying are the lovers of this modern world The power and the glory survives With radio active bargaining And the valueness of our lives My turn to crumble My turn to fall From so very humble To nothing al all. |
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This is where silence runs its course
And sadness wipes its eyes upon us We fall from a structure built on troubled minds My world becomes iron and grows as cold as Winter Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts Sweetly and sickly scented by roses And your world is crushing you like those flowers By scripts written into your skin with the ink of thorns Ashen faces sink into silence All lonesome trends brush shoulders All of last night's degradation Builds foundations on us both |
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Stumbling words and stuttering lips
Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my soul This terror that blackens my soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And the execution of it all Like death itself, love is rotting inside of me But there'll be no protection for you; you cannot hide me I am cold on a bed of ice But like seasons I know it will pass It will always return again though A summer of love is a momentary and transient thing Winter will always return again |
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Live is all we need - you said
As you hold me in the confidence of your bed Tomorrow's turned into today instead! And I wake each morningfeeling so ashamed Having fallen to emotions that we both named How shallow now all that rubbish seems Hearts once full are bleeding dreams Dreams that were reality Have now brought out the worst in me I don't want a part in this The stinging touch, the poisoned kiss The alibis to keep us close The lies you spit when I need you most Love is just a paradox He loves me, he loves me not A basic human nedd is such To be able to destry with just one touch A stinking filthy trick I'd say One day the prey Love is just a heart disease And no cure can make this aching ease But I'll tranquilise myself from that Let fit emotions turn to fat Let care and concern not breed here I've had and seen them disappear Tear stained eyeswillnot be seen When to touch is nothing more then obscene To fuck it seems is the only word The ability to love seems so absurd Absurd because we know we lie Laughing at it all as someone cries One day I may find it quite amusing How touch and tongues make life so confusing Love was all we needed - it's dead As the sheets grow cold on your big bad bed Tomorrow's not important - it's dead |
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Suicide is an urban disease
Spread by people and places like these A quick self destruct from the 21st floor A smell of gas through the kitchen door A stab in the back from the workers and bosses They're counting their gains as you count your losses As you count your losses Blow the world apart with the press of a button We all say it shouldn't but we know it will happen Again and again like the rain and the ark Onwards forever eternally dark Eternally dark The grit in your eye soon enters your heart And all that was strength is just falling apart We're jumping from one bed and into another Searching for something that we'll never discover Never discover So we go on breeding - breeding contempt From all of the repression that this has meant If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill Then the greed from the ashes certainly will Certainly will This place is not my place This place is not yours We're set on self destruct For no reason or cause If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill Then the greed from the ashes certainly will Certainly will |
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Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance That it wouldn't tear us apart We'd keep our heads above the blackened water But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn I guess it was desires that tore us apart There has to be passion A passion for living, surviving And that means detachment Every-body has a weapon to fight you with To beat you with when you are down There were too many defence between us Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time Doubting all the time Fearinf all the time That like these urban nightmares We'd blacken each other skies When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes That we left behind It rains even harder now . |
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You are just a tenant here, you say
Living in and out of this life As cheaply as you can I sit here in the darkness gently Like an old woman Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones doing too much Trying to question all of this Trying so hard to fade out in the blackness all of the fear all of the tears that bring us to this Sometimes it is better that we sit here in the silence I don't look at you and you don't seem to notice And the reasons - the reasons are impossible to see converge They gather like dust upon a shelf |
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Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea clinging desperately feeling all the contours Ebbing away pulled by the tides - the moon and digital clocks sensitive to nothing Parting hours - time falls through our fingers like sand |
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The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror -
"It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down an ever deepening track His wife places a hand upon his shoulder How over these past few months, he's aged so many years He'd give this life to live again He'd be so more daring, be so much bolder - But a little less aware It's something of which he can't be certain And so he stays restrained and hurting At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter How he longs for her to run to them as she did when she was young, But her secrets have become her fears too Yet still she remains his child His still-pretty wife manages so well Makes excuses for his abscence Tries so hard to find the road he's on The madman combs his hair His expression has returned almost to normal and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd Back into an ordinary life An ordinary life |
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Through the soft shades of summer
Fused together by the strange seasons of the city The stationery is stained with all my failings The bed lays now cold and empty as a casket Your body left its shape upon the sheets and little else I shall dress my room in the colours of sadness... |
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There is a little place
in a little room Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom Tucks his little legs underneath a well-worn chair Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears Sharp is the lead but will it penetrate All the nooks and crannies that this world creates There is so little time for us to stop and look As he places the cover upon his little book There will come a day when this little man will die And they'll put him in a tiny hole underneath the sky His little lead pencil, book and chair Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where... |
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I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you struggling Without hatching other plots But justify yourself! Don't satisfy yourself! You should be out there voting Say the power mongers gloating The left-wing rich Trying to shed their guilt Go knocking down dreams Before they're even built Don't tell me how to live my life Don't tell me what to do Repression is always brought about By people with politics and attitudes like you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By APPLETON, DOMINIC / LASCHETTI, ANDREA / CLARK, ANNE CHARLOTTE / MUNDY, GARY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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She clutches on to his protruding hips
for dear life Going down she is going under She wishes he were emotional or something approaching tenderness Outside the weather beats a little harder than her heart Not even this will keep them together She makes love He makes time pass a little less painfully One and the same perhaps This time it could be everything It's enough reason for staying It's enough to make you want to die The hardest part is trying not to make a mess of it all It's all we have to be thankful for |
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