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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Morning always seems too stale to justify
Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives
Broken thoughts run through your empty mind
At least a beaten dog knows how to lie
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety
Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind
No one knows the hell where innocence dies
Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone
Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE
I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
Wake up with same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Your ritual everyday
A mild shower soak in aftershave
Best clothes do your best
Look in the mirror go on
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Dreaming on a lie
That you keep locked inside
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Can you sleep tonight
Cast aside for some pouting young pup
Sink into a slurred veneer
Alcoholic haze so now
Least you can like yourself yourself
Least you can like yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Reservoirs of guilt
That your fixed grin always hides
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
You look at ad's all day
Everyone is perfect and you're so lame
Free scent burns your skin
But no smell can really cover sin
Too many teenage holes to fill
Too many teenage holes to fill
You go on day after day
Speak to your despised
Blanking your loved ones
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
And yourself
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man
Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realise oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate
My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man
My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Of burnt out trash
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever ever delayed
Independence is a game
Forever ever delayed
Credibility, I'm yawning
Forever
Forever
Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail
Forever ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever delayed
The West scratches onto my skin
Forever delayed
Contagious like a suntan
We never felt any sun
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Of burnt out trash
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever ever delayed
Independence is a game
Forever ever delayed
Credibility, I'm yawning
Forever
Forever
Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail
Forever ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever delayed
The West scratches onto my skin
Forever delayed
Contagious like a suntan
We never felt any sun
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies
60's alienation the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
They dig the new scene and their parties
Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth-
We follow we have no voice the dead
Radio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on c.d.
Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysed
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
So cool the new sound of the decade
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still
All taste is nothing-old pictures blow dried
Rebellion it always sells at a profit
I am a face of fashion in Soho Square
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
My cheeks blood red as my favourite port
But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Some god
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Stutter stutter says the little boy
I wanna blow a hole in my head
I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome
Stutter stutter silence no friend
Children can be cruel she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette
Stutter stutter nothing else but me
I twitch and turn while underneath
My contemporaries are so in control
Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan
Stutter stutter can't keep it no more
Children can be cruel she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear it's the nature of Tourette
Stutter stutter are your eyes closed
You know a hole through which you can fall
But I can't even be bothered to hang on
When you're this numb news don't register
I just opened my eyes
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Somebody told me to vote Conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rock'n'roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labour to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul
Working class cliches start here
Either cloth caps or smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Show me a wonder
you can't be sure of
I exist in a place a self-made vacuum
But still stranded here with all the scum
So clean - so lost - so beautiful
But I found that soulYeah I found that home
ButI found that soulBut I found that soul
Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul
Not a subject not a subject am I
Sick and pale but strangely alive
Broken blood vessels line my cheeks
Reflections look bad and somehow unreal
ButI found that soulYeah I found that home
But I found that soulBut I found that soul
Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul
But I found that soulYeah I found that home
But I found that soulBut I found that soul
Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul
Show me a wonderShow me a wonder
Show me a wonderShow me a wonder
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (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 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Into a vein exhibit the derelict
Secular mosaic distracted at birth
A cubist abstraction let it live forever
Narcissism so lonely so live by the sea
what a mess
Cosmetic - polemic
Distinguished - by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
Brutality is needed in capitalist society
Television abandoned my very entity
Nature failed me but then it made me
We all pray for pluralist babies
Cosmetic - polemic
Distinguished - by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
Dismayed - dispossessed
Life becomes calvinist
So sparkle and believe
Linguistics die easily
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Things get clear when I feel free
When whatever's next comes easily
When gentle hands give life to me
When your eyes fill with tiny tears
When I'm this still you are my life
So at ease in the midnight sky
But my insides will look like war
Paralysed except through my thoughts
So why so sad - you live and you love
So why so sad - dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
My smile as real as a hyena's
Burns an expressway to my skull
But I'll stick myself together again
Spirit so low I no longer pretend
So why so sad - you live and you love
So why so sad - dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
So why so sad - you live and you love
So why so sad - dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Where are you now
Broken up or still around
The CIA says you're a guilty man
Will we see the like of you again
Can anyone make a difference anymore
Can anyone write a protest song
Pinky lefty revolutionary Burned at the stake for ?
A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I gotta learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you(woo~)
Went to Cuba to meet Castro
Never got past sleepy Moscow
A giant man with a heavenly voice
MK ultra turned you paranoid
No passport till 1958
McCarthy poisoned through with hate
Liberty lost still buried today
Beneath the lie of the USA
A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I gotta learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you
A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I gotta learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you (woo~)
Sing it loud - sing it proud
I will be heard I will be found
Sing it loud - sing it proud
I will be heard I will be found
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Detoxification
Purification
The ravaged corner
Cold and embittered
Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The year of purification
The year of purification
Deification
Depopulation
Crescendo of craving
Sullen and distorted
Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification
What have I said?
What have I said again?
I regret everything
Moral little shit-kickers
Liberal asinine pricks
Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
Time is going on
Time is leaving me
I got the Wattsville blues
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the sense of this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose
Time is going on
And time is killing me
I got the Wattsville blues
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
There's a part of me that will never leave
But I still love
But I still love
But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wattsville blues
Wattsville blues
Don't want no friends
Don't want no friends
Don't want no
Don't want no
Don't want no friends
Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door
Poxy fucking assholes following me
Don't you understand that I fucking despise
Every single living organism?
I'm dead
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
I'm in heaven when I see ya
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Favourite son and favourite daughter
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Suck-suck up all your power
So serene the world turns blue
Heads are spinning it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Brutally becomes a no-hoper
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Had your luck and had your chances
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Never reached the super-nova
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Wake up drunk and then fall over
So messed up the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away
So serene the world turns blue
Heads are spinning it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty
So messed up the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away
Brain dead motherfuckers
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Dead martyrs All stigmartys
Dead heroes For fear of zeroes
Dead martyrs Always take it further
Dead heroes Know no fear
Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but I got no end
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Dead stars are always the blackest
Dead heroes the living empty
Dead martyrs hang on forever
Dead martyrs always take it further
Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but I got no end
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart of me
I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
It's not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams
I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
Seems like I've lost myself
To everybody and everything else
I've lied again today
People laugh at it all the time
I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
It's not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams
I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
The nothing in me
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart in me
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
The nothing in me
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