The Rakes - Capture: Release (2005) by The Rakes (보컬) on maniadb.com

I'll meet you in West Germany
October 1983
I know that freedom was a lie
And your husband was a spy
You say that words are impotent
But they can help us pay the rent
I knew for sure there was nothing left
Except the vodka on your breath
We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir Helden
We meet in Strasbourg
...

The courage that your father plucked
From inside a cattle truck
Will help us fix the exit polls
Our children must have rock'n'roll
Surveillance cameras captured dawn
Breaking on the autobahn
I knew for sure our chance was blown
When rifles made us feel at home

We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir Helden
We meet in Strasbourg
We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir Helden
We meet in Strasbourg

Eins, zwei, drei, vier
...

Ideas can change the government
But they never listen to our arguments
On TV our friends smashed cement
And pulled down the bastards monuments
I went outside for a cigarette
I could see things I had tried to forget
The news showed us who we had left
And I could smell the vodka on your breath

I’m walking unknown territory
where the sun’s not shining
There’s nothing golden about Golden Lane

The smoke is heavy in my lungs
and the adverts are working
I just can’t sell for who or what I am

I don’t wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a third night in a row

Should I give my money to a good cause
or save for a holiday
In a couple of months I could be in paradise

But the girl at the bar is well nice
and she’s looking over
It’s only right that I get the next round in

I don’t wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a fifth night in a row

Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Wake up, go out again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Hook up, again this time, next week!

Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Wake up, go out again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Hook up, again this time, next week!
...

I don’t wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a fifth night in a row

Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Wake up, go out again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Hook up, again this time, next week!

Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!
Hook up, again this time, next week!

22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice,
It’s alright, it’s alright
In the city it’s alright

22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice,
It’s alright, it’s alright
In the city it’s alright

This girl from work, looks alright
But the lights are too bright
Bloke in sales likes her too
What am I supposed to do?
But he’s earning 28
And I’m on 22
It’s alright, it’s alright
In the city it’s alright

22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice,
It’s alright, it’s alright
in the city it’s alright

Down St. Earl Street, Thursday night
In the city that sounds nice
Talking shit with my colleges
Did we do the same degree?
You’ve said less to me all week
Got to go home, in early
That’s alright, that’s alright
If the money is alright

22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city it’s alright
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice,
It’s alright it’s alright
In the city it’s alright

22 grand job
22 grand job
22 grand job
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice

You are not an open book
I can’t do nothing ‘bout that
But I’m worried, I’m overdrawn
What am I doing up at the witching hour?
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o

Pick up a book, put down a book
Turn on the TV
It’s 2 AM, there’s nothing on
I just need something to focus on

Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o

Things are going to slide
Slide out of control
I hope that you come back
I can’t eat, can’t sleep
When I close my eyes
The thought of you denies
Me, the rest, and the air
That I need

The longer you are far from me
The more I drift away
I didn’t see the warning signs
I was falling through the cracks

Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o

You are not
An open book
I am worn and torn
I am overdrawn

to moonn6pence from shootingstar


Don't you ever pretend
That we are more than friends?
Despite the metal and wires
I still have human desires
I'll wait here til the end
For my dividend
And when I turn off the lights
I'll wait here til the end

Over and over she burns my circuits
I feel fire rushing through my wires
I can feel all the things that we can't share

When I hear your voice
It fills me with noise
Was this meant to be?
Are you corrupting me?

We are the animals,
who have lost our hair.
Retained some of our teeth,
and gained a choice...

We'll chase food, money and sex,
until satisfied.
And when its time to rest,
ask 'whats next?'...

We are all animals x4

Well its hard enough to retain control,
when our instincts are egging us on,
with biologists and chemists reducing our souls,
to four letters...
And when we think about it,
we're like a masterpiece,
whose glimpsed, the artist?
...

We are, the machines,
carrying our various genes.
Then discarded,
when the job is done.
We are the diciples,
who have lost our way.
Kicked from our pedestal when Darwin burnt the book

We are all animals x4

Well its hard enough to retain control,
when our instincts are egging us on,
biologists and chemists reducing our souls,
to four letters...
Will genes replace Genesis?
We're like a masterpiece,
whose glimpsed the artist?
...

We like to think we're at a special place;
the stars revolve around the human race,
but we're just mammals, just, primates...
Like chimps or g'rillas
We see the hair on our face,
And look at another primate,
You and I, we relate...
..

We are all animals....

suggested at a truce you spat out some excuse,
you’re violent, violent
They don’t like you hanging round,
you’re bleeding on their ruby ground,
you’re violent, violent
Took you to a part of town
when amber calming people down
it’s no use, you’re violent
Just what everybody needs another fucking gallery
you’re violent, vi-o-lent

We’ll take your dreams or lack of money
We’ll take your dreams or lack of money (violent)

We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)
We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)

You would always around the dangerous part of town
for some excuse for violence
Bumping into those with bling,
bling on their wrists you’re violent, violent
Mum said keep an eye on you,
she’s scared of what you might do,
your future is over
I would be amazed if you made it
past 25 you’re violent, vi-o-lent

We’ll take your dreams or lack of money
We’ll take your dreams or lack of money (violent)

We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)
We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)
...

Introduce you some new friends,
that would be the end of them,
you’re violent, you’d eat them
Gave you a chance to be a part of their society
it’s no use, you’d eat them
People would run away,
when your rage would hit the stage,
you’re violent, violent
Demonic males are bound to fail,
in the ground or in jail, violent, vi-o-lent

We’ll take your dreams or lack of money
We’ll take your dreams or lack of money (violent)

We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)
We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)

We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)
We’ll take your dreams (violent)
or lack of money (violent)

Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill
Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat
I went at first looking for assistance
T-Bone burst in with both guns blazing
T-Bone
Clear out the till
...

Mother spilled her veils and her baby’s milk
When I walk past in my balaclava
Stepping through glass and past a cadaver
Up to the counter, I could smell the sulphur

Honey
Makes me feel ill
T-Bone
Clear out the till

I took two hills with both rifles empty
I ran for miles when T-Bone went to town
As he ran around, the people had their hands up
All that he found was his next victim
...

Honey
Makes me feel ill
T-Bone
Clear out the till

T-Bone
T-Bone
T-Bone

Baby don’t go
To the haunted hotel
Got a really bad feeling
In my lungs and my bones
Science can’t save you
And your parents are away
On holiday in Mexico
Buying trinkets in the town
..

The haunted hotel
In a dream that I’ve been having
Has got me waking up sweating
Afraid to turn on the news

My internal dialogue
Is rutted and confused
Trying to find some peace and quiet
But the damage was done

And my job in the city won’t matter no more
When the network is down and my flesh is all torn
..

Baby stay here
In the shadow of the buildings
In familiar surroundings
In your safety zone

Every plane is a missile
Every suitcase a bomb
There’s no reason in my head now
Only fear in my bones

Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks
Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again
In the back of my head
I’ll smash your fucking face in

Ok, that’s it, take a deep breath
I’ve got to get out of here
I’ve got to clear my head
I’ve got to clear my head

It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone’s always talking
when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
...

I’ve got the same shirt on for two days in a row
With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows
Can shower and scrub
Still smell like the smoking bit in a Weatherspoons pub

I’ll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood
My clothes still smell of last night
I’ve got to clear my head

It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone’s always talking
when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
...

Why do these tourists walk so slow?
Especially now I’ve got somewhere to go?
And a posh sounding girl, going on and on
About her dog and Mr. Morgan
It sounds so funny when I hear you calling!
Mum be like boy what you doing?
Please shut up and try and sound confident
In a crap job when your minicourse is done

It’s all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone's always talking
when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning