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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 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
to feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive
do you see the stars or the darkness begin? you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues and i'll pay mine it's not war - just the end of love just like before but it's never enough oh, it's never enough you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues, and i never pay mine to feel forgiveness you gotta forgive it's lost on me, i believe in revenge it's not war - just the end of love you've got the looks, but i've got the scars it's not war - just the end of love to feel some tenderness, do you have to give up? do you have to give up? oh, do you have to give up? it's not war - just the end of love (just the end of...) just like before, but it's never enough it's not war - just the end of love you weathered the storm but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
We've finally found a way
To consume boredom everyday We've all become our personal gods We've all become so sad and lost So sad so sad so sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight We found expression for our hate Without any kind of consequence Who needs patience anymore When all our pleasures virtual Pleasures pleasures pleasures virtual A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted And we discovered was even more despair But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment A sad indictment of what we're good at We're all part of the grand delusion We made so much and we let it all crumble To safeguard our rights to make us more "human" Oh this country is but an empty shell A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment It's so damn easy and inescapable "We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything" All we make is entertainment An end to hope and civilisation A simple way to seek perfection The insides of our nation have been exposed It only confirms what we already know Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The more I want to be me, the less I know myself
The living left to die, while ghosts are brought to life Welcome to these slave trades Drained of delusion and buried in debt How the hell do we find each other suffering auto-intoxication But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived I am so lucky, I think that I survived I am what I am, my body belongs to me My work will set me free and fulfil my dreams A new economy embraces the ruins It makes us strong and soothes our fears Welcome to these slave trades Drained of delusion and buried in debt How the hell do we find each other suffering auto-intoxication But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived I am so lucky, I think that I survived |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return The sickos and the bullies praise your name You then wrench their lives with pleasure and fame As corporate as a suit you won't wear As stupid as the jeans you tear As evil as the pretense you care God save us all from Satan's stare Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free The lines have all been blurred To the point of no return With normal people living normal lives Normal things seen through normal eyes As corporate as the suit you won't wear As stupid as the jeans you tear As evil as the pretense you care God save us all from Satan's stare Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free, it is for free The music's going, the sun is showing The printed word is all done and dusted Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance The music's going, the sun is showing Pretend technology made us equal Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep, got too involved The platitudes just interludes To break the trust with me and you Oh what a shangri-la Oh what a shower we are Oh what a mess we've made What happened to those days When everything seemed possible With no-one to tell you no Where did the feeling go? Where did it all go wrong? Born to be a communist But then the marriage failed As did the partnership The platitudes they all dissolved They got too deep, got too involved The platitudes just interludes To break the trust with me and you I fell back in love with love I know that it might sound odd The liberal left destroyed Every bit of our youth Left with the barest of bones Leaving us all with holes Where did it all go wrong? Where did the feeling go? Why colonise the moon When every different kind Of desperation exists? In every single home Where did the feeling go? Where did the feeling go? Where did it all go wrong? |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The modern world sits so easily
A different kind of honesty Yes I worship at the altar I am a happy consumer A record shop and some clarity Don't need a wilderness to feel solitary Oh don't need a wilderness So take me back So take me back To Hazelton Avenue To Hazelton Avenue Motion coffee sleep It's all I really need Moving on accept all my apologies Oh motion coffee sleep Please accept all my apologies Amongst the crowd the disconnect is sweeter Alone in bed the joy is even deeper I feel like I could - write a best seller So take me back So take me back To Hazelton Avenue To Hazelton Avenue |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
I think I've found it
And I think I love it Buried in the dirt Hiding from the light So I walked to the sea Threw a pebble in for you and me A day of wine and roses Has made me feel alive My letter was burnt but your words were wise For mystery and youth must surely collide A song of anti-matter Which might explain the absence Of any precious jewels of truth to save mankind I think I've found it And I think I love it Buried in the dirt Hiding from the light My letter was burnt but your words were wise For mystery and youth must surely collide These things I've seen bring tears to my eyes Live with me through the threads of your lives These things I've seen bring tears to my eyes Live with me through the threads of our lives, our lives |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
I don't believe the absolutes anymore
I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong This life it sucks your principles away You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again It is like so many other things As distant as your former sins So sad and lonely and so derelict As the optimism that we once shared These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again I send you postcards every single day Just to prove I still exist This world will not impose its will I will not give up and I will not give in and I will not give up and I will not give in These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again I won't betray your confidence I won't pretend my way was lost This world will not impose its will I will not give up and I will not give in This world will not impose its will I will not give up and I will not give in |
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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 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 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 - (It`s Not War) Just The End Of Love [single] (2010)
to feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive
do you see the stars or the darkness begin? you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues and i'll pay mine it's not war - just the end of love just like before but it's never enough oh, it's never enough you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues, and i never pay mine to feel forgiveness you gotta forgive it's lost on me, i believe in revenge it's not war - just the end of love you've got the looks, but i've got the scars it's not war - just the end of love to feel some tenderness, do you have to give up? do you have to give up? oh, do you have to give up? it's not war - just the end of love (just the end of...) just like before, but it's never enough it's not war - just the end of love you weathered the storm but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss |
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from 50 Great Songs (2010)
LIBRARIES GAVE US POWER THEN WORK CAME AND MADE US FREE WHAT PRICE NOW FOR A SHALLOW PIECE OF DIGNITY
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE |
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from Festival Generation - DAY (2009)
LIBRARIES GAVE US POWER THEN WORK CAME AND MADE US FREE WHAT PRICE NOW FOR A SHALLOW PIECE OF DIGNITY
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Haven't shaved for days
Keeps the appearance of delay The luxury of one more dye Pretend humility, the ugly lie I would prefer no choice One bread, one milk, one food, that's all I'm confused, I only want one truth I really don't mind being lied to It's not "What's wrong?" It's "What's right?" Makes you feel like I'm talking a foreign language sometimes It's not "What's wrong?" It's "What's right?" It's the facts of life sunshine It's the facts of life sunshine It's the facts of life my sunshine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Realise how lonely this is
Self-defeating, oh, fuck, yeah Drowned in love and false kisses A gathering of no meaning That shadow is a cross okay Judgement must willing today Silence is not sacrifice Crucifixion is the easy life Who threw the first stone If the stone is you Forgive them forsaken Bleeding feet an angel's saviour That shadow is a cross okay Judgement must be willing today Silence is not sacrifice Crucifixion is the easy life Embrace to betrayal An arms army salvation Listen to the selfish ones They are the voice of accomplishment |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
> Here I am, rise and shine
Way down of course I smile Here is hospitality skin care tones Clean flesh and lines tainted UV protection This beauty here dipping neophobia Here I am rise and shine Way down of course I cry Here is oblivion bathed acid red Mute oily discolor, skin cancer, calories Private care, sugar pills, the flak of healing. Fragrance my escort of no meaning This beauty here dipping neophobia. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADFIELD, JAMES / EDWARDS, RICHARD / JONES, NICHOLAS / MOORE, SEAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Tonight we beg, tonight we beg the question
If a married man, if a married man fucks a Catholic And his wife dies without knowing Does that make him unfaithful, people? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Tonight we beg, tonight we beg the question If a married man, if a married man fucks a Catholic Does that mean you have gone to seed? Or does that mean you owe him nothing? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? Oh mummy what's a sex pistol? A situationist sisterhood of Jackie and Joan Separates us the questions without a home A situationist sisterhood of Jackie and Joan Separates us the questions without a home |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Pretend prayer
Pretend care Makes everything seem so fair These perfect abattoirs These perfect actors These perfect abattoirs Only a god can bruise Only a god can soothe Only a god reserves the right To forgive those that revile him Only a god can bruise Only a god can soothe Only a god reserves the right To forgive those that revile him Oh, such love Sweet stimulus PG certificate and cuts unfocused Stitches and wounds Doctored divinity So much love there's blind affinity Only a god can bruise Only a god can soothe Only a god reserves the right To forgive those that revile him Only a god can bruise Only a god can soothe Only a god reserves the right To forgive those that revile him |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
He stood like a statue
As he was beaten across the face With a horse whip Where the wounds already exist A well-oiled rifle And never lonely, Marlon JD If you want to come down, come down Give him some dignity So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. Learn to live without clutter To live without luxury Sometimes I envy them Goodnight yourself, Marlon JD He did not defend himself He didn't even raise his hand I will not beg because This is how I am So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. "Bare floors, plain white walls. No window curtains, nothing but essentials. With no luxuries, no ornamentation, Utter simplicity. But it's also clean, It's clean as a rifle." So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. "And, and they're never lonely And sometimes I envy them" |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Herman the bull and Tracey the sheep
Transgenic milk containing human protein Their bacteria cheaper than baby food Attention today Today it's a cow, tomorrow it's you African Punch and Judy show at half the price A hundred thousand watch giant haystacks in a Bombay fight Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking, we laugh We missed the sex revolution When we failed the physical When we failed the physical Herman the bull and Tracey the sheep Transgenic milk containing human protein Their bacteria cheaper than baby food Attention today Today it's a cow, tomorrow it's you African Punch and Judy show at half the price A hundred thousand watch giant haystacks in a Bombay fight Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking, we laugh We missed the sex revolution When we failed the physical When we failed the physical |
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The more I see, the less I scream,
The figure eight inside out is infinity The naked light bulb is always on They make your break complete Then they blow it to kingdom come Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me Trespass your torments If you are what you wanna be I once impersonated a shopwork dummy The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight Falcons attack the pigeons In the west wing at night |
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Sickened and housed street death's burned
Blacked, lived, compelled and cold Closed down and swallowed formed and regained Blacked, curt, gloat and discerned Shot from shot The androgyny fails Odalisque by Ingres Yet your bones for sale Pornographic, this is pornographic Pornographic Expertly clothed amazed and perturbed Assumed annoyed and ceased Bow down together Agonised and locked Mixed, sealed and received |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
She'd walk on broken glass for love
She thought burnt skin would please her lover To keep love alive and lust beside Kind people should never be treated like Empty arms and naked heart The love she sought through faltering thought Table for two, such a sweet delight Whispers "I love you my darling" tonight Love bathed her in a bath of bleach "I brought you here, no one else will" Don't hurt her anymore, stop now But salmon pink skin memories took care of Empty arms and naked heart The love she sought through faltering thought A table for two - such a sweet delight Whispers "I love you my darling" tonight |
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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 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 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 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 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Now baby, what've you done to your hair? Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care? Now baby, what have you done? Done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, hair! So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come Now baby, what've you done to your hair? Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care? Now baby, what have you done to your hair? Wear your eyes as dark as night Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy: born to create, born to create, born to create, born to create So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come And wear your hair in bunches And your jacket loose So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs
Life is numbers, with doggy tags Filled with holes and coming back So come on up the sky Never had a chance to wave goodbye Thrown away and unhappy Driven by hypocracy Nothing's finished it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished it just fades away Fades away [Chorus] Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible Children wrapped in home-made flags Imperial bodybags, Prom Queen disposible Children wrapped in home-made flags And here we love the kids We're still human like everyone else Stuck in school Always willing to stick by the rules Nothing's finished it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished it just fades away Fades away Fades away [Chorus x2] |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
If god persists, persists in saying yes
I guess we have, we have to test ourselves Maybe this summer will come & clear our minds to find the impulse to love the sunshine I guess we have to test until there's nothing left We said that truth was fixed It's lost without a trace Whose crime is eternity When time lost is certainty The indian summer (indian summer) Maybe this time, we'll kiss and we'll not shake hands Indian summer still and unbroken And leave all this material beneath Remember the reason, the reason that made us be I guess we have to test what's darker than ourselves We said that truth was fixed It's lost without a trace Whose crime is eternity When time lost is certainty The indian summer (indian summer) I guess we have to test until there's nothing left We said that truth was fixed It's lost without a trace Whose crime is eternity When time lost is certainty The indian summer The indian summer The indian summer The indian summer |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition
All the emeralds that are missing, I wish we still had Jack Lemon Rendition, rendition I never knew the sky was a prison It's a long hard revolution, good God I feel like a liberal [Chorus] For tomorrow I will beg, steal and borrow And at the moment I'm jumping at sorrow I wish I knew what I did wrong Can anybody hear the screaming of us? The screaming of us In the long hard revolution Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition The CIA will stay invisible, good God I sound like a liberal Rendition, rendition I never knew the sky was a prison It's a long hard revolution, good God I feel like a liberal [Chorus x2] |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
There's no hope in the colonies
So catch yourself a lifeline Things have gone wrong too many times So catch yourself a slow boat to china Fixing some holes from the tigers claws All your tears will be trembling Stick those teeth into my back Seasonal beasts keep them at bay Can't something go right Little things change people's lives Hostile words won't fill your eyes Same noise left too destroy Loathsome smile head full of forever's Will tomorrow bring some perfection The zoos been overrun in Baghdad Tiger's claws still in my back Oh so send away the tigers Because we're lonely and we're desperate Oh so send away the tigers Because they're creeping up and dangerous I've got problems I've got too many of them Throw away your yesterdays I did it all for you Blank horizons & hotels rooms Cheap Whiskey & god-awful truths Look at me I'm honest & I'm free I was born to underachieve Oh so send away the tigers Because we're lonely and we're desperate Oh so send away the tigers Because they're creeping up and dangerous |
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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 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 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 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)
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 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
1985
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had, at least with all my heart intact. In 1985, Orwell was proved right, Torville and Dean's bolero, redundant as a sad welsh chapel. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, superstition is all we have left. Circle the wagons, we're under attack, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, the Civil War failed why?, kept hidden like scars of birth, nature unable to soften the words. In 1985, my words they came alive, friends were made for life, Morrissey and Marr gave me choice. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, only 16 years of age, he said. See all the tears, for the walking dead, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another Some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song Maybe this strangeness only ever was To hide ourselves from some kind of happiness But always the moment it just seems to stay Tearing it off like so many calendar days This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song for broken lovers This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Always, never on my mind
Always, always out of time Always, always letting someone down Always, always wanting more Always, always stand-alone Always, always getting something wrong Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never said and done Always, always change my mind Always, always trying to succeed Always, never facing you Always, never being true Always, always gonna be this way Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never Always, never Always, never Always, never Always |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
If the love between us has faded away
Left in the rain, scratching at the stains The paralysed future The past sideways scrawl I must give up on this It makes no sense at all Makes no sense at all In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sense the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife And yet I kept my silence Your memory is still mine No I will not share them Acquaintance through denial For I witnessed splendour And evil that no-one saw And I felt kindness And vanity for sure And vanity for sure In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the making of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Emily, Emily your gift to me
Emily, a modern sense of beauty Emily, as precious as your memory A simple word called liberty The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone Rattling memories and hollow bones Leaves a taste so bitter and cold For empty souls will stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls For empty souls they stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Strung out eyes as cold as worship
Two minutes silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against blood This is the place where peace exists This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me... When there's time I'll read your words There's no point disguising You're the one who's hurt Laid bloody and bare to see The effects will fail to desert me This is the place where peace exists This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me... This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me.. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
When did life get so, get so complicated
When did time start, start accelerating Make life slower Stop life growing If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost And in defeat, cling to these words so clear Humiliations not easily understood Onto the future Such messages are burned If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
I live to fall asleep
It's when I stop the hate I never want to dream It infiltrates beauty I live to fall asleep Regenerate and sin Skin so tense gives in I've lived enough to kill When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep it helps me through the day Drink has never dulled a pain so deep does run I live to fall asleep serene alone happy Holding on to screams waiting for the time When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep So lazy, lazy, lazy Chuck down all the pills Needing to remember how and why to live Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep |
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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 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 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 - The Love Of Richard Nixon [single] (2004)
Askew Road, with charm of napalm
A second home, with love for you all Askew Road, with bullet proof vows Always facing hostility and doubt You make your beds boys, and clear your heads boys Leave your life behind, reclaim it when you can Like a deep loss, already restored Humane and deeply flawed Askew Road, with cigarette burns A second home, with love for you all Askew Road, with bullet proof vows Always facing hostility and doubt You make your beds boys, and clear your heads boys Leave your life behind, reclaim it when you can Like a deep loss, already restored Humane and deeply flawed "Most bands have no respect for us at all, Which is fine because we didn't form a band To get respect from other musicians, you know That was never an important criteria to us It's just tragic I think" Askew Road, a place in my heart Forever hoping we'll all make our way back |
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from Manic Street Preachers - The Love Of Richard Nixon [single] (2004)
Everything is, everything was
Torn between what still makes us carry on Everything is, everything was Torn between what still makes us carry on Everything can mean whatever Everything can bring us together So come on baby and comb your hair Your sleepy head can no longer care Everything is, everything was Everything will fall, everything is all Everything is, everything was Everything is all, everything will be Everything will be Everything can mean whatever Everything can bring us together So come on baby and comb your hair Your sleepy head can no longer care Everything is, everything was Everything will fall, everything is all Everything is, everything was Everything is all, everything will be Everything will be Everything is, everything was Everything is all, everything will be Everything is, everything was Everything is all, everything will be Everything will be Everything will be |
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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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Screaming through the galaxy
Trapped in this eternity Stranded helpless, endlessly Alone, the lost vigilantes Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed From the city to the sea Will you all come follow me To a place where we are free Not tied to guilt or tied to greed Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever betrayed Forever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever betrayed Forever delayed |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn a crown of thorns She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have stood out in the crowd She should have made her mother proud She should have fallen on her stance She should have had another chance She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn a crown of thorns She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I'm ... I'm feeling too awake
I'm ... I'm tired of what I see Everybody's dreaming running for the scream The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see The sun ... the sun is leaving me I can't ... see it anymore I tried everything to get along with you The nights too lonesome when the heat doesn't care All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river Following the river of death down stream Oh is it a dream? There's a fog on the horizon A strange glow in the sky And nobody knows where you can go Or what does it mean Oh, oh is it a dream Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly turn so pale? Bright eyes Is it a kind of shadow Reaching over the hill Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream There's a high wind in the trees A cold sound in the air And nobody knows where you can go And where do you start Oh oh, into the dark Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly grow so pale Bright eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed I'm in control but I am out of time I lost the need for any desire Any desire I had ambition but it slipped away In holy goodness it is here to stay It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes and then I count to ten I open them up and I shut them again Look at the crowd and then forget my part Back to memory and then back to the start Back to the start Back to some familiar song Back to reality, back to fuck all It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore Close my eyes and then I count to ten Sign some papers and then they are my friends Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches Not even massage can make my body straight My body straight Count to ten and pretend I'm home Just a job I get well paid for It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see Comforts the helpless sole vanity Caressing the broken heart of me The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody Comfort comes and ease me till the morning Whispered words of sanctuary The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde Comfort comes and smooths her over Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could this happen to me? How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips away Body shrugs and says hello once more Paint the walls within my mind Clandestine brain finished period Lips turn grey inside turns out I show little defence I show little defence But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream To me the coronation's another auto-da-fe Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Parliament mother of United Nations Mother of history's dead son, dead sons DNA of restriction and law Death, famine, spectacle and war Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream And shocks of hospitals and jails and wars Whole intellects disgorged in total recall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky Touch it and taste it But don't reach too high Bewildered by them Then so uncomplicated All these feelings Not fully created Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Afraid of the sun So afraid of the sky Touch it and taste it But don't reach too high Hurting and yearning And yet so carefree Waking and dreaming The world at my feet Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid just a man and a boy Just a moment that time will destroy |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year To stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year To stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special Once bitten but twice shy I keep my distance But you still catch my eye Tell me baby Do you recognize me? It's been a year It doesn't surprise me Merry Christmas I wrapped it up and send it With a note saying "I love you" I meant it Now I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year to stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank I tell them I wish I was, they tell me that I'm sick in the head They say that I'm sick in the head They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Have you heard of Matthew Maynard He's my favourite cricketer I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar Than play with my guitar People tell me I should get out more But the TV is my best friend Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane The only thing that keeps me sane They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Sometimes I just stay in bed And think about the day When I can retire, forgetting everything I'll forget everything Forget everything Forever but not today When I cannot, cannot say No more yesterdays No more yesterdays |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
verse 1
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor discarded baby I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time chorus Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes, you are left out Out of there without a doubt 'cause, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 2 A girl who wants to run away Discovers that she's had her day It's no good you thinking that you are still mine You're out of touch my baby My poor unfaithful baby I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 3 You thought you were a clever girl Giving up your social whirl But you can't come back and be the first in line You're obsolete my baby My poor old-fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed Nothin' seems to fit Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling So I just did me some talkin' to the sun And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done Sleepin' on the job Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling But there's one thing I know The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me Raindrops keep falling on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red Crying's not for me Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worrying me. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I've got no kick againt modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darn fast And change the beauty of the melody Until they sound just like a symphony That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I took my loved one over cross the tracks So she can hear my man await a sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man they were going like a hurricane That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Way down South they gave a jubilee the jockey folks they had a jamboree They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup The folks dancin' got all shook up And started playin' that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Don't care to hear 'em play a tango I'm in the mood to hear a mambo It's way to early for a congo So keep rockin' that piano So I can get some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
A framed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you Stopped in the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still smile so stupidly For the first time ever I don't understand my television And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in I've spoken so much rubbish Done it in no time at all Feelings are so fatal in the fall No you never kissed me Never felt anything for me Sepia that stain that I remembered In these unwritten diaries That can never breathe, never breathe And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in |
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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 - 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 - 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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