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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)
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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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
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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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
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 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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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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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles Paranoia at the heels of too much greed Obedience an art form while the sad bleed Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal I don't wanna dance for people to watch Smother my life in interest accounts Outside life brings down genocide And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit Hate is art and we steal cars Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich You can launch sweetly and say nice things But I ain't ever on the way up My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate The pure ideals that turn to hate |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days Last night there were skinheads on my lawn Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (Got big lanes, got big lanes) Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (Look the same, look the same) There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with anything (Anything, anything) Last night I had a dream, but I forget what it was (What it was, what it was) Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream - I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream - I wanted to lick your knees I had a dream - it was about nothing Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got BBC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks & Spencers Equality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through |
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Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress Velocity possessed The world was hers again It fell apart again I don't need anyone to hurt me No, not anyone at all Cause my so-called friends have left me And I don't care at all Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone |
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There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets, I made my way. With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet. I paid my way. In every town on the way, The people looked grey, the buildings looked healthy, But one day I met a man, With money to spare, He said he will tell me how it is. The state he began has been propping up people too long. For far too long. We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world. But we are all bourgeois now, Once there was class war, But not any longer because baby we are all bourgeois now, So go out and make your way in the world. We're free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 We're free to choose. In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the world. Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves. So well for themselves. "Thank you" I said as I left, I'll be on my way, I see how it is, We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world. I'm free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 I'm free to choose. We're all bourgeois now x2 We're bourgeois now. |
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I wrote for luck
They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do You can try But you can't chain me I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over I don't breathe I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt Cos you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry Keep on piling out And not putting by |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Ocean Spray [single] (2001)
Me totemo utsukushii desune
Totemo utsukushiime woshi temasune It's easy to see it's easy to see To see only white where colour should be It's easy to feel it's easy to feel But it's not good enough even though it's real Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray It's easy to breathe it's easy to grieve To breathe only air where life should be It's easy to laugh it's easy to cry To cry so so hard that it can't be denied Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Ocean Spray [single] (2001)
Me totemo utsukushii desune
Totemo utsukushiime woshi temasune It's easy to see it's easy to see To see only white where colour should be It's easy to feel it's easy to feel But it's not good enough even though it's real Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray It's easy to breathe it's easy to grieve To breathe only air where life should be It's easy to laugh it's easy to cry To cry so so hard that it can't be denied Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray |
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from Manic Street Preachers - So Why So Sad [single] (2001)
Or is it to purify
I love you all the same But there's no - no real truce with my fury You don't have to believe me I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from You have - broken through my armour And I don't have an answer I love you all the same I paint - the things I want to see But it don't come easy I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from Think I'm - I'm lost among the undergrowth So much so I woke up I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from I have - I've got to stop smiling It gives the wrong impression I love you all the same |
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from Manic Street Preachers - 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 - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next [single] (1999)
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 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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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 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 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 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 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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I wish I was in Dixie
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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)
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)
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 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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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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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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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)
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 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)
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)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The truth goes marching on |
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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 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 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)
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 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)
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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