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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Your ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror go on Belittle yourself yourself yourself Belittle yourself yourself yourself You go on day after day Dreaming on a lie That you keep locked inside Of yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself Can you sleep tonight Cast aside for some pouting young pup Sink into a slurred veneer Alcoholic haze so now Least you can like yourself yourself Least you can like yourself yourself You go on day after day Reservoirs of guilt That your fixed grin always hides And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself You look at ad's all day Everyone is perfect and you're so lame Free scent burns your skin But no smell can really cover sin Too many teenage holes to fill Too many teenage holes to fill You go on day after day Speak to your despised Blanking your loved ones And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Your love alone
is not enough not enough not enough When times get tough oh they get tough they get tough they get tough Trade all your heroes in for ghosts in for ghosts in for ghosts They're always the ones who love you most love you most love you most Your love alone is not enough not enough not enough It's what you felt it's what you said what you said what you said You said the sky would fall on you fall on you fall on you Through all the pain your eyes stayed Blue they stayed Blue Baby Blue But your love alone won't save the world You knew the secret of the universe Despite it all you made it worse It left you lonely it left you cursed You stole the sun straight from my heart from my heart from my heart With no excuses just fell apart fell apart fell apart No you won't make a mess of me mess of me mess of me For you're as blind as a man can be man can be man can be I could have seen for miles and miles I could have made you feel alive I could have placed us in exile I could have written all your lies I could have shown you I could have shown you how to cry Your love alone is not enough Your love alone is not enough |
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from Made In The UK (2007)
Your love alone
is not enough not enough not enough When times get tough oh they get tough they get tough they get tough Trade all your heroes in for ghosts in for ghosts in for ghosts They're always the ones who love you most love you most love you most Your love alone is not enough not enough not enough It's what you felt it's what you said what you said what you said You said the sky would fall on you fall on you fall on you Through all the pain your eyes stayed Blue they stayed Blue Baby Blue But your love alone won't save the world You knew the secret of the universe Despite it all you made it worse It left you lonely it left you cursed You stole the sun straight from my heart from my heart from my heart With no excuses just fell apart fell apart fell apart No you won't make a mess of me mess of me mess of me For you're as blind as a man can be man can be man can be I could have seen for miles and miles I could have made you feel alive I could have placed us in exile I could have written all your lies I could have shown you I could have shown you how to cry Your love alone is not enough Your love alone is not enough |
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from Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours (1998)
You're so fragile tonight
Been up hurting all night It's not trivial like they think Yes you're desperate and you're hurt Thought about it so many times Too afraid to open your eyes To see the sadness that's inside Just sit back in and stop time You're tender and you're tired You can't be bothered to decide Whether you live or die Or just forget about your life But it's too late to be real No time to be strong enough Just time to leave it all behind Memory has become pain Rebuild the void with flowers Sad eyed destruction build around sand and sea Yes you can build your yourself around Build yourself around me, yourself around me You're tender and you're tired You can't be bothered to decide Whether you live or die Or just forget about your life You're tender and you're tired You can't be bothered to decide Whether you live or die Or just forget about your life You're tender and you're tired You can't be bothered to decide Whether you live or die Or just forget about your life You're tender and you're tired You can't be bothered to decide Whether you live or die Or just forget about your life Drift away and die Never say goodbye Drift away and die Never say goodbye Drift away and die Never say goodbye Drift away and die |
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from Manic Street Preachers - So Why So Sad [single] (2001)
Or is it to purify
I love you all the same But there's no - no real truce with my fury You don't have to believe me I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from You have - broken through my armour And I don't have an answer I love you all the same I paint - the things I want to see But it don't come easy I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from Think I'm - I'm lost among the undergrowth So much so I woke up I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from I have - I've got to stop smiling It gives the wrong impression I love you all the same |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
We are not your sinners
Our voices are for real We realised and won't be mourned We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms We won't die of devotion Understand we can never belong Throw some acid into your face Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste You love us You love us 'Til I see love in statues Your lessons drill inherited sin Parliaments a fake life saver You better wake up and smell the real flavour You love us like a holocaust Same P.R. problem as E.S.T. You love us like a holocaust Same P.R. problem as E.S.T. You love us You love us You love us You love You love us Oh you love us You love You love us You love us You love You love us You love us You love us You love You love us Oh you love us You love You love us You love us You love |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I wrote for luck
They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do You can try But you can't chain me I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over I don't breathe I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt Cos you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry Keep on piling out And not putting by |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
[John Lennon cover]
As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool, Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years, Then they expect you to pick a career, When you can't really function you're so full of fear, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV, And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see, A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling you still, But first you must learn how to smile as you kill, If you want to be like the folks on the hill, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be. If you want to be a hero well just follow me, If you want to be a hero well just follow me. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Na na na na na na na na na
Winter lovers, Winter trees The beauty of, dead industry The stuff we have saved, so fataly Comes crashing down, around me Winter lovers, Winter trees Winter longing, falling free Shielding what we need to see A deep true love of this country Winter is as winter was I look this way just because Winter lovers, love like brothers Gives us hope for.......... Winter lovers, Winter trees Winter longing, falling free Shielding what we need to see A deep true love of this country Winter lovers, Winter trees Winter longing, falling free Shielding what we need to see A deep true love of this country |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Goodnight my sweetheart Until we leave tonight Hold me in your arms Wish me some luck as you wave goodbye to me You're the best friends I ever had Goodnight, sleep tight Goodnight, God bless Goodnight, nos da I'll try my best Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew I'll be watching over you I will be waiting all my cares are for you Dreams they leave and die I'm just gonna close my eyes, think about my family And shed a little tear Goodnight, sleep tight Goodnight, God bless Goodnight, nos da, I'll try my best Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Leave me, go Jesus I love you, yeah I love you Just let me go I even love the devil For yes he did me harm To keep me any longer 'cause I'm really tired I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy Yeah I'm really tired I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy, Wake up happy. |
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from James Dean Bradfield - The Great Western (2007)
We got directions but nowhere to go
So should we start to make our way back home And forget the things we'll never know We got directions but nowhere to go Should we follow the sunset or Trust the stars and follow the road Which way to Kyffin, we don't know We don't know which way to go CHORUS: We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life The green and grey and red and white The fading glow of this dark amber sky He sits and prays for the light to die To show the life hidden from our eyes Where the sky is calling him Where the light pours through his eyes The sky hangs low and fakes its death To share its memories one more time CHORUS: We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life |
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from Manic Street Preachers - This Is The Day (Digital Audio Bundle) [single] (2011)
♬가요처럼 편하..
(주)음악기계공장 Rumour Has It Adele Keep On Movin` Five We Were Never Told Manic Stre.. 곡 27 | 담기 19 | 추천 4 |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets, I made my way. With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet. I paid my way. In every town on the way, The people looked grey, the buildings looked healthy, But one day I met a man, With money to spare, He said he will tell me how it is. The state he began has been propping up people too long. For far too long. We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world. But we are all bourgeois now, Once there was class war, But not any longer because baby we are all bourgeois now, So go out and make your way in the world. We're free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 We're free to choose. In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the world. Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves. So well for themselves. "Thank you" I said as I left, I'll be on my way, I see how it is, We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world. I'm free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 I'm free to choose. We're all bourgeois now x2 We're bourgeois now. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets, I made my way. With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet. I paid my way. In every town on the way, The people looked grey, the buildings looked healthy, But one day I met a man, With money to spare, He said he will tell me how it is. The state he began has been propping up people too long. For far too long. We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world. But we are all bourgeois now, Once there was class war, But not any longer because baby we are all bourgeois now, So go out and make your way in the world. We're free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 We're free to choose. In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the world. Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves. So well for themselves. "Thank you" I said as I left, I'll be on my way, I see how it is, We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world. I'm free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 I'm free to choose. We're all bourgeois now x2 We're bourgeois now. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby Time is going on Time is leaving me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the sense of this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose Time is going on And time is killing me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave There's a part of me that will never leave But I still love But I still love But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues now baby Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Wattsville blues Wattsville blues Don't want no friends Don't want no friends Don't want no Don't want no Don't want no friends Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door Poxy fucking assholes following me Don't you understand that I fucking despise Every single living organism? I'm dead |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
They sit around tables rendered dumb
Colored sticks of chalk are passed around Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice Tomorrow the necks split, there is no voice Draw a perfect circle, sleep fetus-like Six chalk colors the very meaning of life They wake to strobes and half circled light Confusion lifts with potassium percolate V-S-E-C piggy Piggy piggy Piggy piggy Clean cooking flower-arranging Dissolves a kind of liberation |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress Velocity possessed The world was hers again It fell apart again I don't need anyone to hurt me No, not anyone at all Cause my so-called friends have left me And I don't care at all Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got BBC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks & Spencers Equality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through |
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from Manic Street Preachers - There By The Grace Of God [single] (2002)
There is unstoppable salvation in this sound
There is unstoppable salvation all around It is unstoppable It's making me feel found There is unstoppable salvation in this sound Carries us forever Carries us together Together Together There is unstoppable salvation in these words There is unstoppable salvation to be heard It is unstoppable It echoes through the years There is unstoppable salvation in these words Carries us together Carries us forever Forever Forever Forever Forever |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
This one`s for the freaks
For you`re so beautiful For all the devotion Written in your soul This one`s for the fraks For the lost and weak For the butterflies and devotees And the disciples of our destiny And like the underdogs we are Shining bright but now disappeared And like the underdogs we are Passing like some fading stars Like some fading stars This one`s for the freaks Beaten down and crushed The shy and withdrawn Or just out of touch May you stay like freaks May you make mistakes May your will never break Fof underdogs revenge is sweet, revenge is sweet And like the underdogs we are Shining bright but now disppeared And like the underdogs we are Passing like some fading stars Like some fading stars This one`s for the freaks This one`s for the freaks People like you, need to fuck To fuck people like me This one`s for the freaks for the lost and weak This one`s for the freaks |
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from Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours (1998)
For you my dear sister
Holding onto me forever Disco dancing with the rapists Your only crime is silence Can't work at this anymore Can't move I want to stay at home Tied up to all these crutches Never far from your hands Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Can't speak, can't think, won't talk, won't walk Doctors tells me that I'm cynical I tell them that it must be chemical So what am I doing girl Cry into my drink I disappear Eyes for teeth grating over me Bring down the shadows of my mind Sleep and breathe under our sheets Inhale the anxiety in - between, in - between, in - between, in - between Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Through September under the weather In - between, in - between, in - between, in - between Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Tsunami tsunami Came washing over me Take the GI's I will have the spies |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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from James Dean Bradfield - The Great Western (2007)
So men are still at war in this land
For certain songs and certain dates The tender gave way to the firebrand And Europe gave way to the States So now that money's all but scentless Noses and consciences are clear The pointless flowers can be dispensed with To see a friend in tears So our defeats are just reminders Of death that waits behind it all The body wilts before the mind does Surprised to see how soon it falls It's true our women have deceived us All hunted species disappear It's true we've shot the golden eagles To see a friend in tears It's true our cities are exhausted Made by and for the middle aged Our weakness gave them more than force did We thought that love could cure a toothache And in the underground we're drowning Accelerating through the years You think you'll find the truth by frowning To see a friend in tears It's true our mirrors don't show heroes We lack the courage to be Jews Without the elegance of Africa With our youthful fireworks all defused And all these men who are our brothers Wonder why we don't want to hear How their worst enemies are their lovers To see a friend in tears |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
When the disappearing begins
The ghosts we kept within Can break free from inside And untie our blindfold eyes To repel ghosts To repel ghosts... So when the ghosts find you Be careful but be graceful For all will be revealed When ghosts become set free A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts Build bridges and not roads Make love, make hate, make war A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Loose and guilty and whipped
Sterility persecutes and I have plenty Bruised and nailed and quit Merciful and mourned and meek Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind And I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind And I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind And I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind And I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers - There By The Grace Of God [single] (2002)
And all the drugs in the world
Can't save us from ourselves Victims with the saddest hearts Passing by the grace of God There by the grace of God With grace we will suffer With grace we shall recover There by the grace of God There by the grace of God Lay down all your guns Give them up and then move on It doesn't mean that you are dead Passing by the grace of God There by the grace of God With grace we will suffer With grace we shall recover There by the grace of God There by the grace of God With grace we will suffer With grace we shall recover There by the grace of God There by the grace of God There by the grace of God And all the drugs in the world... With grace we will suffer With grace we shall recover There by the grace of God There by the grace of God With grace we will suffer With grace we shall recover There by the grace of God There by the grace of God And all the drugs in the world Can't save us from ourselves Victims with the saddest hearts Passing by the grace of God There by the grace of God |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Detoxification
Purification The ravaged corner Cold and embittered Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of purification Deification Depopulation Crescendo of craving Sullen and distorted Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification What have I said? What have I said again? I regret everything Moral little shit-kickers Liberal asinine pricks Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
The second great depression
Lasted longer than I figured It stuck around and lingered Surrounded me and conquered The second great depression Left me cold and withered In your eyes I see it mirrored I can't believe I let it happen I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile Remember all those days I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile When forgiveness was the best Just forget about the rest The second great depression I've tried so hard to shake it Collapse or come together What happened to forever? The second great depression (The second great depression) Lasted longer than I figured (Lasted longer than I figured) It stuck around and lingered (It stuck around and lingered) Divided me and conquered I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile Remember all those days I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile When forgiveness was the best Just forget about the rest I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile Remember all those days I thought about it a million times When you maintained nothing but smile When forgiveness was the best Just forget about the rest |
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from Manic Street Preachers - The Love Of Richard Nixon [single] (2004)
The world on your shoulders The love of your mother The fear of the future The best years behind you The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too Love build around the sandy beaches Love rains down like Vietnam's leeches Richard the third in the White House Cowering behind divided curtains The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you Ah, the love of richard nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you People forget China and your war on cancer Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too In all the decisions I have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the nation. I have never been a quitter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
The world on your shoulders The love of your mother The fear of the future The best years behind you The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too Love build around the sandy beaches Love rains down like Vietnam's leeches Richard the third in the White House Cowering behind divided curtains The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you Ah, the love of richard nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you People forget China and your war on cancer Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too In all the decisions I have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the nation. I have never been a quitter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
There are no sunsets just silence
You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words for the blind have eyes I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God There are times when you feel hopeless Just for once for no-one else we are blameless The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God Hold me she said love me to death I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
There are no sunsets just silence
You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words for the blind have eyes I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God There are times when you feel hopeless Just for once for no-one else we are blameless The dawn is still breaking it's heaven is so high She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God Hold me she said love me to death I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
Wipe those tears away
Keep as still as you can Hold your breath and dig deep And stop those trembling hands Make yourself pretty Just for one last time No one would ever know You ever left your prime The future has been here forever The future's still unclear whatever This place it left me A long long time ago But it still keeps me here It still keeps me close When i start to break free It calls me back again Like the Godfather Ⅲ I never can escape My future has been here forever The future's still unclear whatever When you can't shake off your yesterdays When you can't rewrite your histories Will you let some love break through the light Will you let someone come into your life |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
Will my kingdom disappear and fade away Will sleep overcome the hurt and then decay I can't be poisoned and you will not make me cry I've cleansed my ugliness & I've cleansed my paranoia The winner takes it all My baby teeth are gone Into a better place That I have yet to go Will I burn or will I pray Will sleep consume my waking days Descent is getting steeper day by day This is my last descent I hope I'm making sense I've lost my last defence This is my last descent Have my expectations gone too far again Do I have the courage of the books I've read Do you understand the pain we're going through There is no need to leave me beaten black and blue The winner takes it all My baby teeth are gone Into a better place That I have yet to go Will I burn or will I pray Will sleep consume my waking days Descent is getting steeper day by day This is my last descent I hope I'm making sense I've lost my last defence This is my last descent This is my last descent I hope I'm making sense The pages that you left |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head A collage constructed and constantly fed Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain Look through the window, pissing down with rain Lovely labradors outnumber musicians Bonnie and Clyde have m
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from James Dean Bradfield - The Great Western (2007)
I hear you've got some love to give away
And maybe it never belonged to you So how come you know my name? So it's closing time again For the lost souls on a pilgrimage I think I've been here somewhere before That's no way to tell a lie That's no way to tell a lie I hear you've got something to say But first you need some people to say it to Just before you rise from the dead So we crawl from the water's edge Returning to dip our heads again I'm back to where it all began That's no way to tell a lie That's no way to tell a lie Sha la la la la That's no way to tell a lie That's no way to tell a lie I hear you've got something to say But first you need some people to say it to Just before you rise from the dead Sha la la la la |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Your dream can never earn enough.
Ultimate nihilistic love. Tennessee nights just zip code love. Always believe the comfort of strangers. Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue. Media sells a trance of hate. Our epitaph reads like your sin. Subvert, destroy, beat dereliction. Tennessee nights just zip code love. Commanche becomes a maggot. Tennessee eyes orange once blue. Media sells a trace of hate. His pain forgets her agony. His heart P.M.R.C. His heart P.M.R.C. The white man is disease. His heart P.M.R.C. Your dream can never earn enough. Ultimate nihilistic love |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days Last night there were skinheads on my lawn Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (Got big lanes, got big lanes) Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (Look the same, look the same) There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with anything (Anything, anything) Last night I had a dream, but I forget what it was (What it was, what it was) Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream - I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream - I wanted to lick your knees I had a dream - it was about nothing Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Stutter stutter says the little boy I wanna blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome Stutter stutter silence no friend Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter nothing else but me I twitch and turn while underneath My contemporaries are so in control Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan Stutter stutter can't keep it no more Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear it's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter are your eyes closed You know a hole through which you can fall But I can't even be bothered to hang on When you're this numb news don't register I just opened my eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles Paranoia at the heels of too much greed Obedience an art form while the sad bleed Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal I don't wanna dance for people to watch Smother my life in interest accounts Outside life brings down genocide And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit Hate is art and we steal cars Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich You can launch sweetly and say nice things But I ain't ever on the way up My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate The pure ideals that turn to hate |
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from James Dean Bradfield - The Great Western (2007)
You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams,
Where nothing is as it seems. There's still a long way to go. And the fading glorious night, Never seems to bring you home. You think that this is your road. There's still a long way to go. I can't give you an A to Z, there's some things I just can't show. Just try to disbelieve your eyes; For this I surely know - there's a long way to go. Like laughing in the dark, to keep the dogs at bay; No matter what you might see, there's still a long way to go. Cold comfort in the dawn, the dawn that brings you round, a pale light that you found, there's still a long way to go. I can't give you an A to Z, there's some things I just can't show. Just try to disbelieve your eyes; For this I surely know - there's a long way to go. You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams, where nothing is as it seems. There's still a long way to go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen Jam your brain with broken heroes Love your masks and adore your failure We're a mess of eyeliner and spray paint D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic Deny your culture of consumption This is a culture of destruction Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Babes on the run with poisoned lips Wrap your arms 'round this everlasting kiss Clinging to your own sense of waste All we love is lonely wreckage Your school your dole and your checkbook dreams Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes Now you say you know how we feel But don't fall in love 'cos we hate you still Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Destroyed by madness Destroyed by madness Destroyed by madness Anxiety is freedom |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country Wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those who never beg Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight The only free choice is refusal to pay Life reduced to suicidal pain Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death Choking on the billboards Advertised and fed Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country Wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those who never beg Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight The only free choice is refusal to pay Life reduced to suicidal pain Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death Choking on the billboards Advertised and fed Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health Destroy words and ignore their truth Wanna die and have never worked I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I can't feel no need to care Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air Wearing hate like they wear money Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, uh-huh I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling In hate Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There is too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers... Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL Beautiful |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The sky is falling in on you
Crushed any happiness you knew The tree gave more to you than love It's still there but baby your gone Remember you stretched out in the sun All alone forever, conclusions forgone Will you find some kind of nothingness? Still and lonely like an old school photograph Laid yourself out under the stars Some peace at last so don't be sad A fitting end to your "end" But "baby deaths our only friend" Remember you stretched out in the sun All alone forever, conclusions forgone Will you find some kind of nothingness? Still and lonely like an old school photograph Your future glory all empty of thoughts There's beauty doing nothing at all It's what you wanted, it's what you got Your final search for truth has stopped There's beauty doing nothing at all Never, never stop Never, never, never stop Never stop, never stop, never stop Never Remember you, stretched out in the sun All alone forever, conclusions forgone Will you find some kind of nothingness? Still and lonely like an old school photograph |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Solitude sometimes is
The place that I would like to live Solitude sometimes is When nothing really seems to fit If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Solitude sometimes is Life that no longer exists Solitude sometimes is When there's nothing left to give If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Drop your bombs on all I see Leave this world alone for me The thing I need to hide behind It reigns beneath my holy skies If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Solitude sometimes is... |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Socalist Serenade Lyrics
What's the point in an education When you have to pay for the privilege? This side of the truth where no sun shines They don't count the cripples and the blind I was thinking everybody had a chance Like a dream stretched way too far All this time such a debt to the city I don't know who's the real enemy This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere Some greater benefit for the people Ha ha ha ha we all believed in you Is it about the politics of celebrity Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere Change your name to New Forget the fucking Labour |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Things get clear when I feel free
When whatever's next comes easily When gentle hands give life to me When your eyes fill with tiny tears When I'm this still you are my life So at ease in the midnight sky But my insides will look like war Paralysed except through my thoughts So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad My smile as real as a hyena's Burns an expressway to my skull But I'll stick myself together again Spirit so low I no longer pretend So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Learn to sleep through misery
Never gonna wake feeling free No one fucks as good as Marilyn Plastic surgery sure cures your sins You need a fix I'm your prostitute Repression says depravity's cute I'll feed you lines to make you smile You're so easy to dehumanize It's not that I can't find worth in anything It's just that I can't find worth in enough It's not that I can't find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Begging to be cool through nicotine Decadence costs but she must be clean Build up walls so you can't feel When you get high `it's so unreal' Days fade in and I need the night I've seen your dumb face all of my life Eyes close down, I don't wanna see Broken communion of the twentieth century It's not that I can't find worth in anything It's just that I can't find worth in enough It's not that I can't find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it You're gonna pay for my intelligence Pay for it Pay for it Cos I'm a slut and you just suck Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Pay for it Pay for it We promote all sickness and disease You're gonna pay for my intelligence Cos I'm a slut and you just suck You're so dead You're so dead |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly Gorgeous poverty of created needs Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live Worms in the garden more real than a McDonalds Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in Look around here, you see nothing is very real Chained to economy now famine has been Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need Madonna drinks Coke and so you can too Taste's real good not like a sweet poison should Too much comfort to get decadent Politics here's death and God is safer sex Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live Kill for kicks Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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