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from Manic Street Preachers - (It`s Not War) Just The End Of Love [single] (2010)
to feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive
do you see the stars or the darkness begin? you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues and i'll pay mine it's not war - just the end of love just like before but it's never enough oh, it's never enough you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues, and i never pay mine to feel forgiveness you gotta forgive it's lost on me, i believe in revenge it's not war - just the end of love you've got the looks, but i've got the scars it's not war - just the end of love to feel some tenderness, do you have to give up? do you have to give up? oh, do you have to give up? it's not war - just the end of love (just the end of...) just like before, but it's never enough it's not war - just the end of love you weathered the storm but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
to feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive
do you see the stars or the darkness begin? you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues and i'll pay mine it's not war - just the end of love just like before but it's never enough oh, it's never enough you fight your war, i fight for my life you pay your dues, and i never pay mine to feel forgiveness you gotta forgive it's lost on me, i believe in revenge it's not war - just the end of love you've got the looks, but i've got the scars it's not war - just the end of love to feel some tenderness, do you have to give up? do you have to give up? oh, do you have to give up? it's not war - just the end of love (just the end of...) just like before, but it's never enough it's not war - just the end of love you weathered the storm but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss but sheltered the loss |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
1985
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had, at least with all my heart intact. In 1985, Orwell was proved right, Torville and Dean's bolero, redundant as a sad welsh chapel. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, superstition is all we have left. Circle the wagons, we're under attack, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, the Civil War failed why?, kept hidden like scars of birth, nature unable to soften the words. In 1985, my words they came alive, friends were made for life, Morrissey and Marr gave me choice. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, only 16 years of age, he said. See all the tears, for the walking dead, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had. |
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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 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
We've finally found a way
To consume boredom everyday We've all become our personal gods We've all become so sad and lost So sad so sad so sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight We found expression for our hate Without any kind of consequence Who needs patience anymore When all our pleasures virtual Pleasures pleasures pleasures virtual A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A billion lies becoming the truth An ecstasy of the eye As wide as eternity tonight As wide as eternity tonight |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk And we are not allowed to spend As we are told that this is the end A design for life A design for life A design for life A design for life I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk And we are not allowed to spend As we are told that this is the end A design for life A design for life A design for life A design for life We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk And we are not allowed to spend As we are told that this is the end A design for life A design for life A design for life A design for... |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
LIBRARIES GAVE US POWER THEN WORK CAME AND MADE US FREE WHAT PRICE NOW FOR A SHALLOW PIECE OF DIGNITY
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
LIBRARIES GAVE US POWER THEN WORK CAME AND MADE US FREE WHAT PRICE NOW FOR A SHALLOW PIECE OF DIGNITY
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK AND WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS AT AN END A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE A DESIGN FOR LIFE |
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from Manic Street Preachers 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)
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 Hook (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 Festival Generation - DAY (2009)
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 50 Great Songs (2010)
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 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another Some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song Maybe this strangeness only ever was To hide ourselves from some kind of happiness But always the moment it just seems to stay Tearing it off like so many calendar days This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song for broken lovers This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song |
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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 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted And we discovered was even more despair But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment A sad indictment of what we're good at We're all part of the grand delusion We made so much and we let it all crumble To safeguard our rights to make us more "human" Oh this country is but an empty shell A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment It's so damn easy and inescapable "We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything" All we make is entertainment An end to hope and civilisation A simple way to seek perfection The insides of our nation have been exposed It only confirms what we already know Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Always, never on my mind
Always, always out of time Always, always letting someone down Always, always wanting more Always, always stand-alone Always, always getting something wrong Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never said and done Always, always change my mind Always, always trying to succeed Always, never facing you Always, never being true Always, always gonna be this way Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never Always, never Always, never Always, never Always |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Drugs come out of boredom babe U.N. exports it everyday Their armies feed the ghetto lame Government approve it just the same Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel alone amongst the weeds Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease Left alone in corporate slums Where germs are free not Amex fun Healthy bodies in empty minds Only exist in advert time Sunk deep in my TV Maybe sucked the soul from within me We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers - The Love Of Richard Nixon [single] (2004)
Askew Road, with charm of napalm
A second home, with love for you all Askew Road, with bullet proof vows Always facing hostility and doubt You make your beds boys, and clear your heads boys Leave your life behind, reclaim it when you can Like a deep loss, already restored Humane and deeply flawed Askew Road, with cigarette burns A second home, with love for you all Askew Road, with bullet proof vows Always facing hostility and doubt You make your beds boys, and clear your heads boys Leave your life behind, reclaim it when you can Like a deep loss, already restored Humane and deeply flawed "Most bands have no respect for us at all, Which is fine because we didn't form a band To get respect from other musicians, you know That was never an important criteria to us It's just tragic I think" Askew Road, a place in my heart Forever hoping we'll all make our way back |
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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)
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 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The more I want to be me, the less I know myself
The living left to die, while ghosts are brought to life Welcome to these slave trades Drained of delusion and buried in debt How the hell do we find each other suffering auto-intoxication But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived I am so lucky, I think that I survived I am what I am, my body belongs to me My work will set me free and fulfil my dreams A new economy embraces the ruins It makes us strong and soothes our fears Welcome to these slave trades Drained of delusion and buried in debt How the hell do we find each other suffering auto-intoxication But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived I am so lucky, I think that I survived |
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from Manic Street Preachers 8집 - Send Away The Tigers (2007)
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Now baby, what've you done to your hair? Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care? Now baby, what have you done? Done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, hair! So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come Now baby, what've you done to your hair? Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care? Now baby, what have you done to your hair? Wear your eyes as dark as night Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy: born to create, born to create, born to create, born to create So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come And wear your hair in bunches And your jacket loose So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Blockades won't win you more votes
A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up - it's blackmail Internal matter they say For two million dollars a day Maybe a future in film But Cuban boxers still win Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground Baby Elian Baby Elian Across the unfair divide Where black will never meet white So read my token lips As if they never exist You cannot buy a nation Not even Miami mob We follow a shining path That you will never destroy Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution Baby Elian Baby Elian |
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from Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours (1998)
Been natural For once in my life Now I'll have to swallow some pride Know that I should never give advice But it's too late now to say goodbye Be natural Don't want any friends Be natural Come on and hit me again Be natural I'm repeating myself Be natural Is there anything else Starbright keep me safe - today and tonight No water tastes like lemonade Slowly slowly it starts to fade Be natural With me tonight Be natural Put your fists in my eyes Be natural So turn me to stone Be natural Just leave me alone Grown up or backwards born Into eternity and blackholes Floating around up here on my own Screaming at me forever unknown Been natural Been natural Been natural Been natural - is there anyone else |
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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 - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours (1998)
There's a black dog on my shoulder again Licking my neck and saying she's my friend Solitude the one thing that I really miss Guess my life is a compromise There's a black dog on my shoulder again I'm playing with it but it's gone to my head Like Carlito's way there are no exit signs Freeze me there until I am numb My mouth is so dry My eyes are shut tight There's a black dog a coming tonight Black dog's a coming tonight My dilemma but not my choice Winston Churchill can you hear my voice Melodrama there in my kitchen sink Double vision the way it is Am I coming home to you again Or am I stupid just by design Does it matter if you really ever know This black dog is out of control My mouth is so dry My eyes are shut tight There's a black dog a coming tonight Black dog's a coming tonight Am I coming home to you again Or am I stupid just by design Does it matter if you really ever know This black dog is out of control My mouth is so dry My eyes are shut tight There's a black dog a coming tonight Black dog's a coming tonight |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Glory glory hallelujah
Our truth goes marching on Swing Swing There's a little part of me There's a little part of you Remember the feeling of a frozen embryo There's a bigger part of me There's a bigger part of you Remember the place where you don't want to go Welcome into your own black garden It's full of life but it's still too frightening Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds All this whiteness blinds Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Watch the swallows cloud the sky Watch the swallows slowly die I used to throw stones But now I have none Waiting to be bred in the black garden Waiting to be muted and then chosen White trash you're a swinger Ugly to the end Ugly to the end Swing Swing Swing |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I'm ... I'm feeling too awake
I'm ... I'm tired of what I see Everybody's dreaming running for the scream The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see The sun ... the sun is leaving me I can't ... see it anymore I tried everything to get along with you The nights too lonesome when the heat doesn't care All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see |
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from Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours (1998)
Do I look good for you tonight Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness I've loved the freedom of being inside Need a new start and a different time Something grows in the space between me And it's twisting and changing this fragile body And I wish I had been born a girl Instead of what I am Yes I wish I had been born a girl And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man The censorship of my skin Is screaming inside and from within There's no room in this world for a girl like me No place around there where I fit in And I wish I had been born a girl Instead of what I am Yes I wish I had been born a girl And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Get some pain and I feel alive - born to end Close my eyes overdose on hell - born to end Get run over by no direction - born to end Breathing dead and I'm born to end - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Europe freed by McDonald's and Levi's - born to end Can't afford it so I hate it all - born to end Images linger like repression - born to end Concentration camps of our dreams - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Beg for mercy Pray for war |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river Following the river of death down stream Oh is it a dream? There's a fog on the horizon A strange glow in the sky And nobody knows where you can go Or what does it mean Oh, oh is it a dream Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly turn so pale? Bright eyes Is it a kind of shadow Reaching over the hill Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream There's a high wind in the trees A cold sound in the air And nobody knows where you can go And where do you start Oh oh, into the dark Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly grow so pale Bright eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
If the love between us has faded away
Left in the rain, scratching at the stains The paralysed future The past sideways scrawl I must give up on this It makes no sense at all Makes no sense at all In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sense the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife And yet I kept my silence Your memory is still mine No I will not share them Acquaintance through denial For I witnessed splendour And evil that no-one saw And I felt kindness And vanity for sure And vanity for sure In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the making of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed I'm in control but I am out of time I lost the need for any desire Any desire I had ambition but it slipped away In holy goodness it is here to stay It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes and then I count to ten I open them up and I shut them again Look at the crowd and then forget my part Back to memory and then back to the start Back to the start Back to some familiar song Back to reality, back to fuck all It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore Close my eyes and then I count to ten Sign some papers and then they are my friends Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches Not even massage can make my body straight My body straight Count to ten and pretend I'm home Just a job I get well paid for It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see Comforts the helpless sole vanity Caressing the broken heart of me The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody Comfort comes and ease me till the morning Whispered words of sanctuary The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde Comfort comes and smooths her over Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem Misery and trauma making love Best go shoot the fucking doves The past is so beautiful The future like a corpse in snow I think it's all the fucking same It's a life sentence babe A line of vodka tears inside A shot of boredom helps my mind Staring through a thousand dead eyes I guess my nerves are brutalised Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Condemned to rock n' roll No innocent exit when hope dies And claustrophobia buys my mind I ran to breathe contagious lies No reasons for just living life Ripcord opens but my soul is cold With you I never felt more alone Skin never sweating dignity Kept my line beneath ecstasy This fragile prison of sanity An ocean wave to death babe Masochistic love going nowhere You're nothing, pestilience, a seed Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Oblivions all we know Lips I kiss just another plague Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker There's nothing I wanna see There's nowhere I wanna go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Christin me fuhrer nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today Give me all your possessions Make poverty your perfect home Allow your leaders to control you Questions are now blasphemy Why walk when you can crawl Stay on your knees and kiss my feet Censorship'll stop your excess though Check your billboard for my tour Listen to Luke sermon six "And if one of the occupation troops Forces you to carry his pack One kilometer carry it two" Be a tourist in the war zone Interrogate scriptures And not your stinking home That diet of bread and water's old Now feed on alcohol drug And do what you're told Now we'll take your number for a name Soak mind control in Christening water out of jail Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
I can lick your face
I can bite it too Ooh my teeth's got rabies I'm gonna give it to you Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me, cos I'm a damned dog now Gotta taste for flesh Gotta taste for danger So I foam and chew Bite the hands of a stranger Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog now Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog ! |
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from Manic Street Preachers 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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
She's so passive but she's looking good
He's so passive but he's looking good They are together but really they're apart They are together but do not belong, but do not belong Yes ladies and gentlemen Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby The ballad of Kate and Johnny The ballad of Adam and Naomi The ballad of Michael and Helena The ballad is forever changing She's so passive but happy in her way He's so passive but happy in his way They do not think just sit and they pretend They sit around and pray for it to end, pray for it to end Yes ladies and gentlemen Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby The ballad of Kate and Johnny The ballad of Adam and Naomi The ballad of Hugh and Elizabeth The ballad is forever changing I'm so passive hopeless fucking mess We're so passive do our bit for charity From Bosnia to London we do it all for free, we do it all for free |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could this happen to me? How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips away Body shrugs and says hello once more Paint the walls within my mind Clandestine brain finished period Lips turn grey inside turns out I show little defence I show little defence But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could this happen to me? How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips away Body shrugs and says hello once more Paint the walls within my mind Clandestine brain finished period Lips turn grey inside turns out I show little defence I show little defence But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream To me the coronation's another auto-da-fe Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Parliament mother of United Nations Mother of history's dead son, dead sons DNA of restriction and law Death, famine, spectacle and war Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream And shocks of hospitals and jails and wars Whole intellects disgorged in total recall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face to where the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
I wish I was in Dixie
Away, away On Dixie land, I'll take my stand To live and die in Dixie |
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from Manic Street Preachers 10집 - Postcards From A Young Man (2010)
The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return The sickos and the bullies praise your name You then wrench their lives with pleasure and fame As corporate as a suit you won't wear As stupid as the jeans you tear As evil as the pretense you care God save us all from Satan's stare Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free The lines have all been blurred To the point of no return With normal people living normal lives Normal things seen through normal eyes As corporate as the suit you won't wear As stupid as the jeans you tear As evil as the pretense you care God save us all from Satan's stare Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance Betray your tedium for the world to see Your own movie star and it's for free, it is for free The music's going, the sun is showing The printed word is all done and dusted Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance The music's going, the sun is showing Pretend technology made us equal Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate And fool the world with your own importance |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Realise how lonely this is
Self-defeating, oh, fuck, yeah Drowned in love and false kisses A gathering of no meaning That shadow is a cross okay Judgement must willing today Silence is not sacrifice Crucifixion is the easy life Who threw the first stone If the stone is you Forgive them forsaken Bleeding feet an angel's saviour That shadow is a cross okay Judgement must be willing today Silence is not sacrifice Crucifixion is the easy life Embrace to betrayal An arms army salvation Listen to the selfish ones They are the voice of accomplishment |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
[Repeat: x2]
20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quaff Overweight and out of date Oh well American trilogy in Lancashire pottery American trilogy in Lancashire pottery Is so fucking funny, don't you know Is so fucking funny, don't you know All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All American trilogy the future's dead, fundamentally It's so fucking funny, it's absurd It's so fucking funny, it's absurd 20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOORE <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
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20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quaff Overweight and out of date Oh well American trilogy in Lancashire pottery American trilogy in Lancashire pottery Is so fucking funny, don't you know Is so fucking funny, don't you know All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All American trilogy the future's dead, fundamentally It's so fucking funny, it's absurd It's so fucking funny, it's absurd 20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOORE <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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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 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Emily, Emily your gift to me
Emily, a modern sense of beauty Emily, as precious as your memory A simple word called liberty The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone Rattling memories and hollow bones Leaves a taste so bitter and cold For empty souls will stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls For empty souls they stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls. |
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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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-11-19
Subject : Manic Street Preachers - Life Blood (Sony,2004)
