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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 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 the 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 pretty 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 the 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 the end A design for life A design for life A design for life A design for... |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Drugs come out of boredom babe U.N. exports it everyday Their armies feed the ghetto lame Government approve it just the same Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel alone amongst the weeds Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease Left alone in corporate slums Where germs are free not Amex fun Healthy bodies in empty minds Only exist in advert time Sunk deep in my TV Maybe sucked the soul from within me We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I've been here for much too long This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the very last time It's twelve o'clock till midnight There must be someone to blame I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Australia, in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia In Australia In Australia |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I've been here for much too long This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the very last time It's twelve o'clock till midnight There must be someone to blame I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Australia, in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia In Australia In Australia |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I've been here for much too long This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the very last time It's twelve o'clock till midnight There must be someone to blame I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia Australia, in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia In Australia In Australia |
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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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Glory glory hallelujah
Our truth goes marching on Swing Swing There's a little part of me There's a little part of you Remember the feeling of a frozen embryo There's a bigger part of me There's a bigger part of you Remember the place where you don't want to go Welcome into your own black garden It's full of life but it's still too frightening Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds All this whiteness blinds Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Waiting to be bred in the black garden Waiting to be muted and then chosen White trash you're a swinger Ugly to the end Ugly to the end Swing Swing Swing |
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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 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Get some pain and I feel alive - born to end Close my eyes overdose on hell - born to end Get run over by no direction - born to end Breathing dead and I'm born to end - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Europe freed by McDonald's and Levi's - born to end Can't afford it so I hate it all - born to end Images linger like repression - born to end Concentration camps of our dreams - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Beg for mercy Pray for war |
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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 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem Misery and trauma making love Best go shoot the fucking doves The past is so beautiful The future like a corpse in snow I think it's all the fucking same It's a life sentence babe A line of vodka tears inside A shot of boredom helps my mind Staring through a thousand dead eyes I guess my nerves are brutalised Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Condemned to rock n' roll No innocent exit when hope dies And claustrophobia buys my mind I ran to breathe contagious lies No reasons for just living life Ripcord opens but my soul is cold With you I never felt more alone Skin never sweating dignity Kept my line beneath ecstasy This fragile prison of sanity An ocean wave to death babe Masochistic love going nowhere You're nothing, pestilience, a seed Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Oblivions all we know Lips I kiss just another plague Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker There's nothing I wanna see There's nowhere I wanna go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Christin me fuhrer nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today Give me all your possessions Make poverty your perfect home Allow your leaders to control you Questions are now blasphemy Why walk when you can crawl Stay on your knees and kiss my feet Censorship'll stop your excess though Check your billboard for my tour Listen to Luke sermon six "And if one of the occupation troops Forces you to carry his pack One kilometer carry it two" Be a tourist in the war zone Interrogate scriptures And not your stinking home That diet of bread and water's old Now feed on alcohol drug And do what you're told Now we'll take your number for a name Soak mind control in Christening water out of jail Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
I can lick your face
I can bite it too Ooh my teeth's got rabies I'm gonna give it to you Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me, cos I'm a damned dog now Gotta taste for flesh Gotta taste for danger So I foam and chew Bite the hands of a stranger Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog now Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog ! |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
She's so passive but she's looking good
He's so passive but he's looking good They are together but really they're apart They are together but do not belong, but do not belong Yes ladies and gentlemen Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby The ballad of Kate and Johnny The ballad of Adam and Naomi The ballad of Michael and Helena The ballad is forever changing She's so passive but happy in her way He's so passive but happy in his way They do not think just sit and they pretend They sit around and pray for it to end, pray for it to end Yes ladies and gentlemen Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby The ballad of Kate and Johnny The ballad of Adam and Naomi The ballad of Hugh and Elizabeth The ballad is forever changing I'm so passive hopeless fucking mess We're so passive do our bit for charity From Bosnia to London we do it all for free, we do it all for free |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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)
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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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 where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
I wish I was in Dixie
Away, away On Dixie land, I'll take my stand To live and die in Dixie |
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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 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quaff Overweight and out of date Oh well American trilogy in Lancashire pottery American trilogy in Lancashire pottery Is so fucking funny, don't you know Is so fucking funny, don't you know All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All American trilogy the future's dead, fundamentally It's so fucking funny, it's absurd It's so fucking funny, it's absurd 20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOORE <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quaff Overweight and out of date Oh well American trilogy in Lancashire pottery American trilogy in Lancashire pottery Is so fucking funny, don't you know Is so fucking funny, don't you know All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All American trilogy the future's dead, fundamentally It's so fucking funny, it's absurd It's so fucking funny, it's absurd 20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOORE <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Enola / Alone"
The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the tv 100% risk of stepping outside Every second too precious to try My heart aches for enola From my birth a rellik a killer But all I want to do is live No matter how miserable it is Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone I walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease I'll take a picture of you To remember how good you looked Like memory it has disappeared Naked and lonely with my fears Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone Please, please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the tv
100% risk of stepping outside Every second too precious to try My heart aches for enola From my birth a rellik a killer But all I want to do is live No matter how miserable it is Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone I walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease I'll take a picture of you To remember how good you looked Like memory it has disappeared Naked and lonely with my fears Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone Please, please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Enola / Alone"
The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the tv 100% risk of stepping outside Every second too precious to try My heart aches for enola From my birth a rellik a killer But all I want to do is live No matter how miserable it is Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone I walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease I'll take a picture of you To remember how good you looked Like memory it has disappeared Naked and lonely with my fears Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone Please, please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
shed some skin for the fear within
is starting to hurt me with everything freed from the memory escape from our history, history and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go I look to the future it makes me cry but it seems too real to tell you why freed from the century with nothing but memory, memory and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory Escape from our history, history And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go I look to the future it makes me cry But it seems too real to tell you why Freed from the century With nothing but memory, memory And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation, -nation Then everything must go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
shed some skin for the fear within
is starting to hurt me with everything freed from the memory escape from our history, history and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go I look to the future it makes me cry but it seems too real to tell you why freed from the century with nothing but memory, memory and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
shed some skin for the fear within
is starting to hurt me with everything freed from the memory escape from our history, history and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go I look to the future it makes me cry but it seems too real to tell you why freed from the century with nothing but memory, memory and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy and I just hope that you can forgive us but everything must go and if you need an explanation then everything must go |
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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 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You are so alone in Kensington Palace
We should be content in these damp terraces Thank you for this view from our council estates I hope you have really guillotined your own head I crown myself, myself a king And declare a first republic We want to play, yes we want to play In burnt out palace ruins You once gave us war, racism and slavery Cut out all our tongues and fucked our industry Now you've revealed something, you're human after all this But let's clap our hands and fuck our dear princess I crown myself, myself a king And declare a first republic We want to play, yes we want to play In burnt out palace ruins I crown myself, myself a king And declare a first republic We want to play, yes we want to play In burnt out palace ruins I crown myself, myself a king And declare a first republic We want to play, yes we want to play In burnt out palace ruins |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE
I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where Outside open mouthed crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
The further away I get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else The happier I am when I'm with you The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone The harder I try to learn something from you Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away The stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe The draining away just like an old man's dream Just like an old man's dream The simpler the answer the harder it can get The circular landscape comes back only with regret Only with regret The more estranged I feel from my youth further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
The further away I get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else The happier I am when I'm with you The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone The harder I try to learn something from you Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away The stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe The draining away just like an old man's dream Just like an old man's dream The simpler the answer the harder it can get The circular landscape comes back only with regret Only with regret The more estranged I feel from my youth further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away Further away Further away Further away |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Somebody told me to vote Conservative Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay Was I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock'n'roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E. Shareholding a piece of this fucking country Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort And dream of new ways to humble the poor Gold against the soul White liberal hates slavery Needs Thai labour to clean his home Gold erodes Erodes the soul Erodes the soul A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday And who gives a shit about sexuality Gold against the soul Working class cliches start here Either cloth caps or smack victims Gold destroyed Destroyed the soul Destroyed the soul |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Hold me down
I don't ever want to see the day When my time will come Is it ever going to end I'm not here Wish that last of the year Where do we go now Another blackout Hanging onto nothing Hanging onto nothing Hanging onto nothing Hanging onto nothing I'm not real But I'd like to have a chance to feel Before we reach the time Decide what now is right I'm not here Wish the last of the year Where do we go now Another blackout Hanging onto nothing Hanging onto nothing, etc. And nothing is nothing is nothing |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua who shall we choose for our morality I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy big mac smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline your idols speak so much of the abyss yet your morals only run as deep as the surface cool - groovey - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy conservatives say there ain't no black in the union jack democrat say there ain't enough white in the stars and stripes Compton - Harlem - a pimp fucked a priest the white man has just found a new moral saviour vital stats - how white was there skin unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day real privilege, it will take your problems all away number one - the best - no excuse from me I am here to serve the moral majority cool - groovey - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy Zapruder the first to masturbate the world's first taste of crucified grace and we say there's not enough black in the union jack and we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes fuck the Brady Bill fuck the Brady Bill if God made man they say Sam Colt made him equal. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next [single] (1999)
If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next Manic Street Preachers The future teaches you to be alone The present to be afraid and cold "So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists." Bullets for your brain today But we'll forget it all again Monuments put from pen to paper Turns me into a gutless wonder. And if you tolerate this then your children will be next And if you tolerate this then your children will be next Will be next, Will be next, Will be next. Gravity keeps my head down Or is it maybe shame At being so young and being so vain. Holes in your head today But I'm a pacifist I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent. And if you tolerate this then your children will be next And if you tolerate this then your children will be next Will be next, Will be next, Will be next. "And on the street tonight- An old man plays with newspaper cuttings of his glory days." And if you tolerate this then your children will be next And if you tolerate this then your children will be next Will be next, Will be next, Will be next. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside to what you see inside Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did A beautiful landscape of your nation Another era is not forthcoming Who sees the interiors Like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from say what you have Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference to what you see inside To what you see inside |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what we see inside to what we see inside Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did A beautiful landscape of your nation Another era is not forthcoming Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside What you see inside Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside to what you see inside |
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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 - 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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor Bang bang club AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize Vulture stalked white piped lie forever Wasted your life in black and white Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter The elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head Machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever Click click click click click Click himself under Kevin Carter Kevin Carter Kevin Carter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Hi Time Magazine, Hi Pulitzer prize
tribal scars in technicolour bang bang club AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, Hi Pulitzer prize vulture stalked white piped lie forever wasted your life in black and white Kevin Carter Kevin Carter the elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever click click click click click click himself under Kevin Carter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Hi Time Magazine, Hi Pulitzer prize
tribal scars in technicolour bang bang club AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, Hi Pulitzer prize vulture stalked white piped lie forever wasted your life in black and white Kevin Carter Kevin Carter the elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever click click click click click click himself under Kevin Carter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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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 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys My mind is dead, everybody loves me Wants a slice of me Hopelessly passive and compatible Need to belong, oh the roads are scary So hold me in your arms I wanna be your only possession Used, used, used by men Used, used, used by men All they leave behind is money Paper made out of broken twisted trees Your pretty face offends Because it's something real that I can't touch Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower No god reached me, faded films and loving books Black and white TV All the world does not exist for me And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops Your diet will crush me My life just an old man's memory Little baby nothing Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty Dress your life in loathing Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility Little baby nothing Sexually free, made up to break up Assassinated beauty Moths broken up, quenched at last The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile
We blur into images of state coercion Classified machines die misunderstood City reflections pour out misery We don't count cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes Unified collapse of everything inside We understand but can't accept You are not dead cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Our lives drift into A faceless sense of void Everything of meaning becomes destroyed There's too much concrete for us to breathe We are kept down cos we hate Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Believe it Love's sweet exile |
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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 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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