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| 2:35 | 
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I wonder what we'll play for you tonight.
Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say. "We don't like you - go away" "Come back when you've learned to play" I wonder what we'll do when things go wrong. When we're half-way though our favourite song. We look up and the audience has gone. Will we feel a little bit obscure. Think "we're not needed here" "we must be new wave - they'll like us next year" The wonders don't care - we don't give a damn |
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| 2. |
| 3:16 |
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I knew my youth couldn't last forever.
I knew some chords so I got the band together. Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother. Forget those luxuries, I've got myself another buzz. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. I stole some tunes from the radio. I lost my nerve but it didn't show. I found some friends with a little faith. Less money and no taste. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. But you've got to work at it. What a drag. You've got to work, work, work, work. You can't lag behind. I want to get this gig over, and I don't want to see it again. But I don't want to go until it's over, and I don't want to die in pain. I know my youth can't last forever. I'll sing the words until I can't keep the band together no more. Oh, to do the quickstep on a Saturday night, And hunt like a brave man with a flashlight. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. |
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| 3. |
| 2:14 |
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I'm lying in a hospital,
I'm pinned against the bed. A stethoscope upon my heart, A hand against my head. They're peeling off the bandages. I'm wincing in the light. The nurse is looking anxious, And she's quivering in fright... I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. The doctors are avoiding me. My vision is confused. I listen to my earphones, And I catch the evening news. A murderer's been killed, And he donates his sight to science. I'm locked into a private ward. I realise that I must be... Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. I smash the light in anger. Push my bed against the door. I close my lids across my eyes, And wish to see no more. The eye receives the messages, And sends them to the brain. No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. Gary don't need his eyes to see. Gary and his eyes have parted company |
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| 4. |
| 1:53 |
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We're talking into corners
Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway tracks It's one way to revive but no way to relax We're just bored teenagers Looking for love Or should I say emotional rages Bored teenagers Seeing ourselves as strangers We talk about the whys and wherefore Do we really care at all? Talk about the frailty of words Is rarely meaningful When we're sitting watching the 'planes Burn up through the night like meteorites We're just bored teenagers Looking for love Or should I say emotional rages Bored teenagers |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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What are you going to do with your new ways?
What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You've just got to stand there. Or were you never even bothered anyway, About the new wave. What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? Here we all are in the latest craze. Stick with the crowd, hope it's not a passing phase. It's the latest thing to be nowhere. You can turn into the wallpaper. But you know you were always there anyway, Without the new wave. What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? It's just safety in numbers, When it's tricky, when it gets tough, When you need to feel that you're good enough, All you pretty people who've been taken over. Had better start looking for your own answers. 'Cause there's no safety in numbers anyway, Or in a new wave What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? It's just safety in numbers |
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| 6. |
| 2:01 |
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Who wait in the cafe and magazine.
Who wait for morning or fag machine. Who leave it all unfinalised, And undecided... We who wait. Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell. Who wait for illness to take its toll. Who wait for God knows what. Sometimes it's not clear to... We who wait. I have been dancing in the penny arcade. I'll hug the symbols of my apathy. And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity. It's any means of escape... For those of us who wait. Who wait in drinking and lost career. Who wait for letter or high summer.4 Who want some kind of clue. It's not just two plus two to... We who wait |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 |
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Life's short, don't make a mess of it.
To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box. I'll be a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Hold back, see what you miss of it. Out of the shadows, into the thick of it. No maybes, no guessing. I'm getting wound up. The plot sickens. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Strip down to the bare facts of it. Into the cold heart, no hope and all that shit. No chances, no plans. I think I'll be somebody else. Or else a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. We'll be your untouchables. We'll be your outcasts. We don't care what you projects on us. It's no time to be 21 |
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| 8. |
| 2:39 |
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We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight
We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. Be a panther or a poet. Someone to light the beacon. And I wonder, is a new day dawning? And I wonder, is it around the corner? I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men? Do they go on and on and on? Prepare to lose. Prepare to harden to distress. This ain't your system. You're just second-generation business. So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. No political immunity. To save your position. And I wonder, is a new day dawning? And I wonder, is it around the corner? I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men? Do they go on and on and on? You can't relax, just 'cause you're socially secure. If you've forgot what you're fighting for. We could effect a cause. So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. Frustration is a speed of the people and they let it lead them |
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| 9. |
| 2:19 |
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Uncharted wrecks of wonder
In deepest gloom down under The drowning men are drawing near We're the subterranean vandals Tying air lines around door handles Adventures don't venture here We're the drowning men We're the drowned men The mutant freaks fantastical Knife's edge, unreal or actual Ambition stunted, the future fated Shall we rise from sunken places Walk the streets, unnatural, graceless Wipe the smile from your faces If we can make it |
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| 10. |
| 3:00 |
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Blank-faced,
Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I see it all. But I know that it ain't that simple. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Two-faced, Was this was out elders taught? We're human too, indulge in small talk. I take a walk down the alley. Some drunk half-kills me. We're fighting on the floor for a ha'penny I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Well, I guess I'm waiting for the punchline. I'm a refugee with a rare find. I've got a place where I can unwind. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. We'll hide |
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| 11. |
| 3:14 |
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We're out on a limb.
Should we let the newboys in? We think they can't do no harm. Let's humour them. But they need some passion inside. They take it like a cigarette. They feel it when it breaks their minds. In their lungs and in their chests. No regrets. They didn't tell me. They'd been there for so many years. I don't know what to do. I think I love you, you love me too? Is it really true. You can't want me. You can't need me. You can't love me, see. You can't want me. You can't need me. You can't have me, see. Well, I feel like I'm at sea. The plank's beneath my feet. Inevitably we two must meet again. But they're going to extremes. They're feeling quite at ease. They fight with brain instead of power. And no-one wins. There's no answers. Now newboys quarrel, they're bitching, they tangle. A tendency to intellectualise, they won't let things be. Your conversation locks my door. Then throws away the key. You can't help me. |
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| 12. |
| 3:16 |
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What's left in the wheelchair?
Who bothers what's in there? Who worries what life's like on wheels? No body to speak of. No willpower, voice, love. Who intends to steer us? On wheels. I'm some new kind of great explorer. I sink the lowest, I go further. I'm sailing on the 'Lucky Dragon' I'm ready for whatever happens. Living out the life unstable. Men like animals, untameable. On wheels What's left in the wheelchair? A taste of life and death together. I wish this embrace could last forever |
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| 13. |
| 3:29 | 
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| 14. |
| 2:25 |
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Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting
Maybe - maybe a fool for following The god of wisdom, not of love But I'm riding with the new church I'm riding with the new church Relying on the new church And a new word Hang on - if you hang on to faith and meekness Before long, it's power for the strong It's twisted into something evil Something wrong So, I'm riding with the new church I'm riding with the new church Relying on the new church And a new word So long - goodbye to the blind and the weaklings Be strong - I'll do what I want I'll follow my feelings I'll go where they lead me Strength within you, not without you The new church needs you |
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| 3:46 |
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The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change, was staying the same. It couldn't adapt so it couldn't survive, Something had to give. The people take a downhill slide into the gloom. Into the darn recesses of their minds. I swoop over your city like a bird. I climb the high branches and observe. Into the mouth, into the soul. I cast a shadow that swallows you whole. I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck, I swallow you whole. String out the drip-feed, they're losing their world, They're losing their hard boys and magazine girls. Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell. They'll see the books burn. They'll be 451, It's people against things and not against each other. Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves. They're the great British mistake. The genie's out of the bottle, call in the magician. They didn't mean to free him, devil behind them, devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands. They're the great British mistake. They'll have to come to terms now, they'll take it out somehow. They'll blame it all on something. The British mistake - when will it be over? How can they avoid it? The great British mistake. The great British mistake. The great British mistake |
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| 16. |
| 3:07 |
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| 17. |
| 2:32 |
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| 18. |
| 3:19 |
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| 19. |
| 1:39 |
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| 20. |
| 2:50 |
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| 21. |
| 3:32 |
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| 22. |
| 2:27 |
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| 23. |
| 3:03 |
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| 24. |
| 4:17 |
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| 25. |
| 3:17 |
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| 26. |
| 4:44 |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 3:49 |
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What are you going to do with your new ways?
What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You've just got to stand there. Or were you never even bothered anyway, About the new wave. What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? Here we all are in the latest craze. Stick with the crowd, hope it's not a passing phase. It's the latest thing to be nowhere. You can turn into the wallpaper. But you know you were always there anyway, Without the new wave. What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? It's just safety in numbers, When it's tricky, when it gets tough, When you need to feel that you're good enough, All you pretty people who've been taken over. Had better start looking for your own answers. 'Cause there's no safety in numbers anyway, Or in a new wave What about the new wave? Did you think it would change things? It's just safety in numbers |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 |
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We're out on a limb.
Should we let the newboys in? We think they can't do no harm. Let's humour them. But they need some passion inside. They take it like a cigarette. They feel it when it breaks their minds. In their lungs and in their chests. No regrets. They didn't tell me. They'd been there for so many years. I don't know what to do. I think I love you, you love me too? Is it really true. You can't want me. You can't need me. You can't love me, see. You can't want me. You can't need me. You can't have me, see. Well, I feel like I'm at sea. The plank's beneath my feet. Inevitably we two must meet again. But they're going to extremes. They're feeling quite at ease. They fight with brain instead of power. And no-one wins. There's no answers. Now newboys quarrel, they're bitching, they tangle. A tendency to intellectualise, they won't let things be. Your conversation locks my door. Then throws away the key. You can't help me. |
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| 3. |
| 2:42 |
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I wonder what we'll play for you tonight.
Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say. "We don't like you - go away" "Come back when you've learned to play" I wonder what we'll do when things go wrong. When we're half-way though our favourite song. We look up and the audience has gone. Will we feel a little bit obscure. Think "we're not needed here" "we must be new wave - they'll like us next year" The wonders don't care - we don't give a damn |
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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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Blank-faced,
Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I see it all. But I know that it ain't that simple. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Two-faced, Was this was out elders taught? We're human too, indulge in small talk. I take a walk down the alley. Some drunk half-kills me. We're fighting on the floor for a ha'penny I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Well, I guess I'm waiting for the punchline. I'm a refugee with a rare find. I've got a place where I can unwind. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. We'll hide |
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| 5. |
| 2:36 |
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We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight
We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. Be a panther or a poet. Someone to light the beacon. And I wonder, is a new day dawning? And I wonder, is it around the corner? I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men? Do they go on and on and on? Prepare to lose. Prepare to harden to distress. This ain't your system. You're just second-generation business. So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. No political immunity. To save your position. And I wonder, is a new day dawning? And I wonder, is it around the corner? I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men? Do they go on and on and on? You can't relax, just 'cause you're socially secure. If you've forgot what you're fighting for. We could effect a cause. So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero. 'Cause we don't need them. Frustration is a speed of the people and they let it lead them |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change, was staying the same. It couldn't adapt so it couldn't survive, Something had to give. The people take a downhill slide into the gloom. Into the darn recesses of their minds. I swoop over your city like a bird. I climb the high branches and observe. Into the mouth, into the soul. I cast a shadow that swallows you whole. I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck, I swallow you whole. String out the drip-feed, they're losing their world, They're losing their hard boys and magazine girls. Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell. They'll see the books burn. They'll be 451, It's people against things and not against each other. Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves. They're the great British mistake. The genie's out of the bottle, call in the magician. They didn't mean to free him, devil behind them, devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands. They're the great British mistake. They'll have to come to terms now, they'll take it out somehow. They'll blame it all on something. The British mistake - when will it be over? How can they avoid it? The great British mistake. The great British mistake. The great British mistake |
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| 7. |
| 3:22 |
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| 8. |
| 2:47 |
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Life's short, don't make a mess of it.
To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box. I'll be a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Hold back, see what you miss of it. Out of the shadows, into the thick of it. No maybes, no guessing. I'm getting wound up. The plot sickens. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Strip down to the bare facts of it. Into the cold heart, no hope and all that shit. No chances, no plans. I think I'll be somebody else. Or else a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. We'll be your untouchables. We'll be your outcasts. We don't care what you projects on us. It's no time to be 21 |
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| 9. |
| 3:19 |
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I knew my youth couldn't last forever.
I knew some chords so I got the band together. Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother. Forget those luxuries, I've got myself another buzz. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. I stole some tunes from the radio. I lost my nerve but it didn't show. I found some friends with a little faith. Less money and no taste. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. But you've got to work at it. What a drag. You've got to work, work, work, work. You can't lag behind. I want to get this gig over, and I don't want to see it again. But I don't want to go until it's over, and I don't want to die in pain. I know my youth can't last forever. I'll sing the words until I can't keep the band together no more. Oh, to do the quickstep on a Saturday night, And hunt like a brave man with a flashlight. Now you don't see me, now you do. Pretty soon now you're going to see what punks can do. |
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| 10. |
| 2:35 |
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Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting
Maybe - maybe a fool for following The god of wisdom, not of love But I'm riding with the new church I'm riding with the new church Relying on the new church And a new word Hang on - if you hang on to faith and meekness Before long, it's power for the strong It's twisted into something evil Something wrong So, I'm riding with the new church I'm riding with the new church Relying on the new church And a new word So long - goodbye to the blind and the weaklings Be strong - I'll do what I want I'll follow my feelings I'll go where they lead me Strength within you, not without you The new church needs you |
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| 11. |
| 2:10 |
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We're talking into corners
Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway tracks It's one way to revive but no way to relax We're just bored teenagers Looking for love Or should I say emotional rages Bored teenagers Seeing ourselves as strangers We talk about the whys and wherefore Do we really care at all? Talk about the frailty of words Is rarely meaningful When we're sitting watching the 'planes Burn up through the night like meteorites We're just bored teenagers Looking for love Or should I say emotional rages Bored teenagers |
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| 12. |
| 2:42 |
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I'm lying in a hospital,
I'm pinned against the bed. A stethoscope upon my heart, A hand against my head. They're peeling off the bandages. I'm wincing in the light. The nurse is looking anxious, And she's quivering in fright... I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. The doctors are avoiding me. My vision is confused. I listen to my earphones, And I catch the evening news. A murderer's been killed, And he donates his sight to science. I'm locked into a private ward. I realise that I must be... Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. I smash the light in anger. Push my bed against the door. I close my lids across my eyes, And wish to see no more. The eye receives the messages, And sends them to the brain. No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes. Gary don't need his eyes to see. Gary and his eyes have parted company |
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