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It's all out on the streets today But you, you've found a place to hide Too busy with the ratrace You pass by on the other side Your's is the face of the brand new Britain With blinkers on your eyes Find yourself position And cling on for dear life You're so frightened Everybody's so frightened The papers tell of rape and murder Everything that you want to hear Bad tidings on the radio You find a way to name your fear So you never pick up hitchhikers Never talk to strangers Believe the world outside your Bolted door is evil You're so frightened Everybody's so frightened. You are just a victim of your own bad dreams While people are the same as we've always been But through the blindness in your eyes For just one minute I see them shine - Love me . . won't you love me and they all turn away You never fight for anything You always turn your face away And you never get involved in trouble Let all evil have it's way So as the girl screams in the street below You turn up the television Perhaps you'll see it on the news Well it's nothing to do with you You're too frightened Everybody's so frightened Why is everybody so frightened |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
Stepping out onto the stage The smalltown star tonight Flexes out for fame and fortune Into the lights The way she tears into the heart Makes me realise That I never understood hatred Until I looked into those eyes - she cries No one's going to talk down to me again No one's ever going to patronise me again I'm going to get out of this town Steal myself a crown I'm going to get myself some power If it's the last thing that I do Heading out of Bradford With a ticket on the train And a faith as hard as steel Sharp as any pain Gets pictures in the papers Smiling oh so good While she lies in bed with racing dreams Hot as blood Cos love will make you happy And love will keep you warm And love will build a cushion To keep you safe from harm But hate will drive you onwards Hate will drive you upwards Till you can get back all the bastards Who ever tried to put you down And when she's gone forever Please don't lay her down to rest In a quiet little churchyard Along with all the rest Throw a great big party To remember that she lived Give her headlines on the TV To remember who she is Cos no one's ever going to talk Down to her again No one's ever going to patronise her again She's going to get out of this town Steal herself a crown She's going to get herself some power If it's the last thing that she does If it's the one thing that she does If it's the only thing that she ever does |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
Come with me my little innocents
there's a game that we can play see how much we can change your world while you look the other way turn around as if to see if you can catch us cheat and all you'll find are shining presents laid down at your feet... take the bait.. take the bait.. take the bait.. Television is flash and Coke is nice and you can have the rest dream those dreams you've always had of wealth and power and sex we'll run your mines,your factories and we'll take our little toll and you can have these missiles too while we maintain control. Creeping,creeping footsteps around the world around the world while they promised us everything we've ever wanted,ever wanted. (*2) Hush now,don't you cry (cry) don't you realise your crime... your crime... your crime... your crime... your crime... Like lambs go to the slaughterhouse we know our rights from wrongs and we go down to the shopping-mall with 30 silver coins and somewhere out in South America where the forests lie in ruin they shout - we'd better get these natives some clothes because their videos are coming in soon... Creeping,creeping footsteps |
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Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls The enemy is not some nation far across the sea The enemy is with us every single breathing day Ch: So yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Yes - for justice A land fit for all our futures Yes, I will fight for my country The land that I love so well Hear the voices Of our history echo all around Fight all the ones who divide us rich against poor Fight all the ones who divide us white against black Fight all the ones who want their missiles in our earth Fight all the powers who would lead us into war No rights were ever given to us by the grace of God No rights were ever given by some United Nations clause No rights were ever given by some nice guy at the top Our rights they were bought by all the blood And all the tears of all our Grandmothers, grandfathers before For all the folk who gave their lives for us For all the folk who spit out - never say die For all the fires burning on our highest hills For all the people spinning tales tonight Fight all the powers who would abuse our Common Laws Fight all the powers who think they only owe themselves . |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
There's storm clouds amassing over in the west Up above the moor The city shines in grey, mills closing down On the valley floor All you can do here is survive Grit your teeth and just stay alive And never understand The young ones they dance with fire in their hearts till the years go by And older, defeated they stare in their beer at closing time No greater love could there ever be Than what I feel for you - What you gave to me You saved my life from this . . While kings are in their counting houses People just wait here in silent rows They spat and they jeered in a last desperate fear as they watched us go Remember how we turned and ran Heads into the wind running hand in hand We laughed until we cried . . . So many tears . . . |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
Ch: 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what have we done There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God what is this evil that we've done Is it that we wanted more than you gave Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave Humility - is that what you want Why did you make us then the way you did Yes we have pride - is this our sin? Is it the times that we've been out fighting Well I'll tell you all those times - we never really hurt anybody Or is it that we were eating While other people were starving Is this our crime? Is it the times we laughed about it all Through all those whisky nights so far away Yes we betrayed you - is this our crime? |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
Young, gifted and skint - That's where it int . . Look how easily it happened Look how easily I fell Now I'm up to here in debt There's a noose around my neck There's a price upon my head My past was all in borrowed time Stupid stupid borrowed time Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall Fantasies grow in my brain Run away and start again Disappear and change my name Money makes the world go round Fear makes it turn much faster Can't pay the rentman a single thing Don't let the man from the Gas Board in Maybe this is all a dream Maybe i'll wake up again Maybe this could all be clean |
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from New Model Army - No Rest For The Wicked (2003)
They started work this morning Down at city square They're pulling down the statues Of our great grandfather's hero The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing Ch: Pull it down, drag it down Till there's nothing to look up to But the brand names on the posters all around They proved on television last night God was just a lie He never made the world at all It was just some sweet old fashioned rite So melt down all the ornaments Move out all the graves And let us build the disco that we need for our young 'braves' Ch: Pull it down, drag it down Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages Past are shattered on the ground We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic - till everything that's sacred is brought down to our level - for Mammon is a jealous master - leaves no room for any other All the questions left unanswered All the answers gone forever So bow to the woman in the finest fur Bow to the man with the ace street cool Bow to the woman with all the power Bow to the man with all the money In whose sight are we equal now? Now that we've killed God |
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Now the talking's over Plans are laid and the hour is set Glances round the table Eyes all shining, dark and bright We meet again at daybreak For the day that will be ours We're tomorrow's history So just check your weapons, say your prayers Now the evening's over Voices muffled in the cold night mist We leave the house together Home to rest up in the last few hours Heads against the pillows With eyes that will not close Of all the dreams that we've ever had This is the one Now the night is over Dawn cracks open like a breaking shel Now the waiting's over As we walk in silence through the empty streets We meet beneath the tower Greetings empty like the taste inside Turn towards the valley And the day that has waited for us all our lives Even in this age of concrete Even in this age of reason There comes a time when you put your life Into the hands of the gods . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon,
out on the steps beneath my hotel room. Was in the woods behind this little town we went flying up through the silhouette trees, then crashing down. Colours brighter than I've ever seen, More wired than I've ever been - and the faces turn to stone . . . On through the gates again - what a wonderful way to go . . . What a wonderful way to go. Tell me your story, tell me no lies; we touch each other - but only with our eyes. Some kind of game, to play with desire; it's just beneath the skin that I'm alive. Colours brighter than I've ever seen - more wired than I've ever been And the faces turn to stone - on through the gates again; what a wonderful way to go - what a wonderful way to go. Tonight the moon, she lays a silver path across the blackened sea, I'm swimming out against the tide, the waves are breaking over me; and deep beneath the waters in the darkness I can hear her as she calls for me to come. . . The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon; some day coming - some day soon Onto his shoulder, to carry me home; flying up through the silhouette trees and we'll be gone Colours brighter than I've ever seen - more wired than I've ever been; And all the faces turn to stone - on through the gates again . . . What a wonderful way to go - what a wonderful way to go . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond,
hauled into position as a prodigal son. I was not Abel - I was a Cain; the kind you find a use for every now and again. I can't abide what things have become, they think that you're simple, they think that I'm dumb You want to know one thing I advise? Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes. They'll come to you in the perfect disguise clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise shoot when you see the whites, the whites of their eyes. The wolf-child smiles in the shallowest dreams and you don't know just what it means Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be? You ain't going to get any answers from me |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.
Found a bird caught in the machinery - set it free and watched it go Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky Just following after this aimless desire, this awful desire, this worthless desire. Now I've found causes and I've found families, but nothing ever lasts; I've known people I'd die for - if only they had asked. Where I'm from is not my home, and neither's where I'm bound; Just following after this aimless desire, worthless desire So tonight beneath the bridge where the fires burn, God, take the freedom back, deliver me from the aimless desire, the worthless desire And chimera she waits, and I have still got this hole in me still got this hole inside of me |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days
there's a world that waits, but it's not needed. In the teeming rows behind the goal - yelling for blood on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire, and into the darkness . . . Come evangelists of the Grand New Age proclaiming the future that they stole, condemning the things they can't control - just like the priests before; and now I can hear them call - the ghosts of the 1914-18 war Where do all the innocents go when they're not needed? Over the wire and into the darkness . . . And the dawn it will come like blood across the sky, Not the way that you think, not the way that you dream In the silence of God, in the fullness of time, like blood across the sky - the dawn it will come - the dawn it will come. All still, like the pitshafts and the two-mile-down where they buried their hearts; where does all the loyalty go when it's not needed? In the plastic seats behind the goal yelling for blood on the pitch below; where does all the passion go when it's not needed? Over the wire and into the darkness . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere
I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air Always fighting the shadows as they move behind you, And the beating wings that hover around you... To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere It's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out And touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel The dark come closing in. And there's nowhere far enough away from here The ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same The radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round. The radar towers search and call To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere... This is the great world calling to the last crusader In the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise... And you're the Queen of my Heart... and I'm the King of Nowhere. |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying
all the familiar burdens with you, walking back on the hometown streets on a night devoid of stars. No one ever said it was going to be just, you really ought to know by now how She's all red in tooth and claw; after all, weren't you the one screaming for more? In the gigabyte wars - round and round we go, beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies, hostages of fortune and savage tales. Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air and then you cried out - this is just the way it comes; that's Stupid Questions again . . . It's not the things that you fear that come to get you, But all the things you don't expect, face down in a drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars . . . Then comes the rain - just seems to make the night grow hotter, we listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars; sometimes it seems like you're going to suffocate in this conspiracy of noise - but though the ties they stretch to break-point, still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams and dries like the earth - but still they hold. In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found; once we were found - then we were lost again. Get real, if a real exists - there's nothing more than this, Strung out on nothingness . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
It was summer when they finally came, the law of force
and line upon line of machine upon machine, back into the greenwood, closer to the heart of things we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky, spitting out in desperation - stop the killing . . . The wind blows down from St George's Hill through to Stanworth Woods, and to the East, on this grey and pallid dawn the lights from the rigs blinking out across the poisoned sea, a little group of ships floating out to meet the coming storm sailing on in desperation - stop the killing . . . Raised and bound upon the land, and the everlasting whispers in diamond through the trees, in the breath of Eden . . . Innocent still the faith we hold - our time will come . . . That which walks the corridors of power is a virus that mutates; immune to all resistance, and every turn of history . . . And all that's left for us is marking crosses upon doors, and scrawling in the golden sand before each tide comes rolling in; screaming out in desperation - stop the killing . . . Holding on, and out, forever . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Across the town on the other hill,
your lights glow from a different world. You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside; with all the ghosts that we denied. Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly; and the wheel turns, and people change - scattered ashes to the wind. And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain A dry river in the blazing sun . . . Your parched face and your callused hands, Behind us lie the arid lands To say too much - well, it was not our way, and in the end there wasn't much to say; the scars are healed now anyway and there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . . And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife and tinder in his hand, and setting out across the desert and up into the scrubland hills, he bound the boy Isaac to the stone, raised the blade and waited for the miracle. But the wind blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills, dead, like the god that never came, like your face, the day that you turned away. There's no pain . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . . |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night;
and down by the shoreline the seagulls fly white, against the black. The great moon riding shotgun - rolling out across the veil of clouds, and you were small, and lying awake listening to the noises in the house. With the best of them you ran, like all of us, in our season Casting memory aside - your history, all forgotten; driven onwards through the years in love with each distraction. But all the while, the past is close behind; like headlights on your tail, headlights on your tail. Your pulse is beating faster now, like a bird flying hard against the wind; trying to understand all the crazed compulsions that you feel. And all the little jealousies and betrayals, they echo in the dark; and somewhere back through it all, the key is still turning in the lock. Now the ghosts that you have laid, they all come out to greet you; the knowledge that you've gained - well, none of this protects you. You've been so very far, still peace will not embrace you, for all the while the past is close behind. Like headlights on your tail, headlights on your tail. |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
So now let us sing of what remains
There shall be stillness in our hearts There shall be a sweetness in our lives, bye and bye. There's a beach I know at the edge of the world, mist rising up from the breaking waves towards the cliffs, as green as god. We'll be flying for the sake of flying, singing for the sake of singing, looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, diving down Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts and the fear of falling - hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders, we never meant it in the way they thought. If we hold our nerve, they will travel right over us; they'll be going so fast they will never even notice us. We'll be flying for the sake of flying - singing for the sake of singing, looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, dive Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts and the fear of falling - hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders, we never meant it in the way they thought. Time to die, and die, and die again; doors closing in empty houses; time to roll, and roll, and roll again - and all I hear is the diesel roaring. Just like a people put to flight, all blown out in the endless dust storms, into the West and the rolling hills, to dive, dive, dive again and Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
Holed up in your little room, we talk for hour on empty hour,
pacing up and down between the walls that we have built ourselves No more with the long goodbye, I can't stand another tear, I won't wait for the bell to toll, straight on for the days ahead straight on for the days ahead... You act as drowning, letting go the fingers one by one. Come on, there's life beyond the tomb that we have built ourselves no more with the long goodbye... We don't even dare to look each other in the eyes, or say whatever's on our minds... These crushing moments show the kind of people we've become, seal betrayal with a kiss, and let it all be over, finished, done... It feels so good to kill the thing that stood between the truth and I Make it fast and make it clean and let the blood run down No more with the long goodbye... |
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from New Model Army - Strange Brotherhood (1998)
So where do we begin? It must be thirty-five years . . .
You've the breath of my mother, the life of a stranger; and there's so much to tell - so much I need to know. All of the stories, and reasons But your face I remember and your breath I remember Take me in your arms, take me in your arms So go out tonight and look up at the stars, the light that you see is as old as I am. And that's what I see, when I gaze in your eyes Loving a ghost lost in confusion of time - but our love remains through these brightest hours. And my secret world And your face I remember - and your breath I remember Take me in your arms, take me in your arms |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done . . . We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway Ch: No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No layers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of hours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of hours So we followed your man back to your front door And we're waiting for you outside 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side Ch And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our own Ch |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
I went to my mother, Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Ch: Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you I went to my father Said please make me king Went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years and I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Ch History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old men went home silent and bowed The young men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just gunning for a crown - take it- take it all Ch: But now, now the lights go out . . . |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done
But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth, both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill with the best of them but your smile remains so sweet When someone comes to eat me alive, I like to see their teeth If you really want I can name the names Be an angel of death at the children's games, so Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to - I know that you do There comes a time in your life you've got to grow up fast And I think that your time is coming now here at last It's not a crime to be innocent , these things we have not done But you cannot run forever, spring is past and gone Waiting in line at the fortune teller Waiting to hear some more pretty lies, he says Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to |
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She stares at the screen
At the little words of green Tries to remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration That across her face Searching for the key she should press And I would help her If I only know how But these things are a mystery to me too And it seems that the corporate Eyes they are watching She fears for her job And the moments are passing I stare at her nametag And think to myself Both you and I, we never asked For any of this So let's take a walk Up past the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night And we'll talk about Getting away from here Some difference kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air The jet fighters practise overhead And they're drilling these hills For uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste For our children to inherit And though this is all done For our town benefit, I swear We never asked for any of this This golden age of communication Means everyone talks at the same time And liberty just means Some freedom to exploit Any weakness that you can find Well turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to eachother instead And we'll hope that the Corporate ears Do not listen Lest we find ourselves committing Some kind of treason And filed in the tapes Without rhyme, without reason While they tell us that it's all For our own protection, I swear We never asked for any of this |
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There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the hall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world Ch: In the name of the people All of this is done in the name of the people They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodisiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired Ch Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask It's soldiers night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all Ch |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
Mother, Father, I'm doing OK
On the other side of the country, far away And though I know the things that you want to hear me say Sometimes these things are hard Mother, Father, I am your son Right down to the long thin pointed face And this muddled up and twisted tongue And now I find that I'm doing All those things you would have done Sometimes these things are hard Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine Mother, Father, all those battles that have been And the long, long silences that lay in between Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughing hearts In Poison Street they guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out loud Till the shadows go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of kids You gave me live You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go crashing through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away Ch: So just a kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us any more We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the streetlights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street . . . |
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The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass a rainy mile Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call To the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much I guess you'd say it never will The pubs are all full on Friday nights And things get started still We spent hours last week with Billy boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Staring at those posters we used to laugh at Never never land, palm trees by the sea Well there was no need for those guys To hurt him so bad When all they had to do Was knock him down But noone asks to many questions like that Since you left this town Ch: And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers All the time - as if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got to be something that always seems to happen - somewhere else For God's sake don't you realise That I still hear that call Do you think you're so brave Just to go running To that which beckons to us all Ch No, not for one second Did you look behind you As you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place that you live today Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey |
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Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how's it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone With sex and with money And with everything for free The show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV. Watch the dirty hands That laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and video A little bit to spare And go on promising That more could all be theirs Ch: All lies are lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a looser In the western dream The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering Those four letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell when to laugh They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Conforming their lives The way they hope will get them in Ch It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousands years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice Ch |
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Under darkening thundering towering skies We live through these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the enemy's gaze Well we all create monsters Come back for their masters The prices the Devil reclaims It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change Now above and beyond the roofs of our city The sunset spreads silent and gold And we passing the time not thinking about you Lost in our own little world Well the other night we put the radio on When we ran out of things we could say But it always play lovesongs When you're far away Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble Forget all the things that I've done And please believe like I still believe The best is yet to come The truth is yet to come So damn all the world And damn their demands And all the things that they say Cos they always play lovesongs When you're far away |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
Joey puts her make-up on really well
She looks cool in the flashing lights And all the boys gossip about the shape of her legs On these muddled up and drunken nights And if it's all got to end up between the sheets She can coo like a virgin dove But really she just doesn't want to be alone And if you want you can call that love M6 southbound roadside cafe on a wild wet and windy night There's a kid in a sleeping bag huddled in a corner, trying to beg a light He's got mum and dad tattooed on his arm From when he thought that that would make it alright He's got hope and fear on his young boy's face Another innocent taking flight, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe They said go, get out, we've got our own lives to lead Now that water is thicker than blood And every house is divided into single flats With their very own little welcome rug The shopping mall it is teeming with life Fighting for the goodies on the shelf But there's those funny old people on the escalators Talking to themselves, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe Well I survive on my own for a while or so Upon a whim or a bottle of wine Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings I only changed my name a couple of times Please take me back Joey, I'm really sorry Can we try to make a happy home? But she's gone with someone else and they're starting a family Trying for a clan of their own, so Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe |
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We are not children any more The fists you made they are come Bashing at your door Your legacy is waiting in the wings And there's something so familiar In the hunger that we bring We don't want to be like you Don't want to live like you Learn by our own mistakes, thank you Forcing time and pushing through Ch: You are not our heroes anymore Dim the lights the time is come Into the ring the father and the son Sown in sweat and passion long ago And now the blood on our hands Is the same as our own . . And the man has the skill And the man has the power But the boy has the will to win And so much time . . . Ch If you knew then What you know now to be true You never would have started This whole chain we're going through And you love us now But you hate us still And we hate you now But we love you still . . . Ch: You are not our heroes anymore You are not my mother You are not my father . . . |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
How did they do this to you?
How did they do this to you? Were you the weapon that they used As they tore apart the family Did they bring you here as they were passing through? How did they do this to you? And now you don't want to go home And now you say that you never will go home Take a tram across the city Past the places where your brother died Of the comfort for the girls who work alone And I can't tell you that you're not alone In the cities of the far north, the skies are cold and clear The loneliness is aching And after all this time and after all these words Your hands are still shaking Why did they do this to you? Why did they do this to you? Were they cut off from their past? Did they try to kill the future? Do we all forget the things that we once knew? Why did they do this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Well if I could have my way I would line them up against a wall Do unto them as they have done to you Who was it that did this? Who was it that did this to you? |
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When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything still we did nothing Harvested everything, planted nothing Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy Quietly knawing away at Her body Until we mortgage the future, bury our children Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given We send off the scragends to suckle the starving But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside Greedy, restless and unsatisfied I was never much one for the great "big bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power . . Just a little leak here and a small error there Another square mile poisoned forever A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles And out go the lights, never to return The affair it is over, the passion is dead She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes But we turn away from these bitter reproaches And take up distractions to forget what we're doing Well I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousands square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain And I wish and I wish We could start over again Yes I wish and I wish We could win back Her love once again |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead Ch: We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again Nighttime City Beat the radio is calling The lost and lonely in vain Out here we are running for the wide open spaces The roadsmell after the rain Ch And watching as a boy alone at the keyside The ships loading cargo in the night Their names all calling to faraway places The years go past, the miles go by And still this childhood romance will not die |
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Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask The ship she sails without a captain Ch: Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving I've had it up to here . . . The opposition, we ain't doing so well Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell bastard Ch Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy nights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now . . . So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the Master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Ch |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain/Thunder And Consolation/Raw Melody Men (2000)
I'm heading north I'm heading home Doing 125 I close my eyes and count to ten Ha ha yeah I'm still alive Perfect perfect tunnel vision Razor sharp and racing racing These moments, immortal No one touches this Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever The music plays, the party swings The gaiety walls come closing in I catch your eye, you take my hand Out into the night we run Dancing down those deadend streets Howling at the moon like little kids Out on the grass at the top of the hill Your breath tastes sw . . . Ch And if I say I hate this place Don't take it as personal And just cos I want to kill somebody Doesn't mean to say that I will And I don't think that that makes me crazy And anyway I'm way past caring There's a ride leaves out of here at 9.00 What do you say, what do you say Ch: Tonight we'll flow . . . |
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The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing Oh God I love the world Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace Oh God I love the world And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all I told you so, I told you so, I told you so . . Oh God I love the world |
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Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall It's open season on the weak and the feeble Their meagre ambitions their impotent fury There's bullet proof glass in case there is trouble No doors in the building between this side and that side I've tried to wrestle some unbalanced nightmare Tell myself over that I don't really live here But the boys run away leaving blood on the pavement And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up Joining the queue at the video library To watch ninety five minutes of simulated torture The conference hall rings to the standing ovation The people in blue ties rise from the podium Crazy with power, blinded by vision The mass-chosen leaders for a brutalized nation |
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Our history speaks in thunder
From a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice In honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn A- piercing in their side The brave new world is beckoning So the olden world must die In the offices of the city At all the tables of oak and power The snares are laid and baited For the approaching of the hour A hundred justifications And the presses are ready to roll The gateways to the nation They are firmly under control Ch: On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds Well we called for some assistance From the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s And we were on our own We never felt like heroes Or martyrs to a cause Just battleweary soldiers In a bloody civil war Ch The massacre now is over And the order new enshrined While a quarter of the nation Are abandoned far behind Their leaders offer the cliché words So righteous in defeat But noone needs morality When there isn't enough to eat The unity bond is broken And the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother For even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private here Behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade The severing of the past Ch |
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Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done You believe what you read in the printed lies But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes And yes I've done a lot of things that you'd probably call a crime But I don't feel guilty for anything All the tongues waggle but we just smile That'll keep the little buggers going for a while I live within natural justice, I understand nature's law But as for your Christian morals . . . Oh, how you love this, how you love it You go out and you find it How you love it, how you love it Such horror, oh such a farce, a little bit of broken glass You should think yourself lucky that this was done You'll have something you can whine about for years to come EP: White Coats |
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We drive in silence beneath the grey dawning skies
Past the cooling towers where the white clouds slowly rise I watch the world through motionless eyes Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Raised as son of Empire, hardened like a piece of steel I am the master now of all that I can see This means so much to you but nothing much to me Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Please take me home - I am very young. Please take me home. And yes I heard you screaming as you walked out of my door And yes I've seen those bloody faces picked up from the floor I feel nothing and yet I understand it all Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches |
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Well we know what makes the flowers grow But we don't know why And we all have the knowledge of DNA But we still die We perch so thin and fragile here Upon the land And the earth that moves beneath us We don't understand So we rush towards the judgment day When She reclaims A toast to the Luddite martyrs then Who died in vain Down at the lab they're working still Finishing off How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough is enough is enough? Ch: Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone You and I we made no suicide pact We didn't want to die But we watch the wall, little darling While the chemical trucks go by This desperate initiation now Of innocence Those last few days at Jonestown Ain't got nothing on this Ch Now beneath the fitted carpets Beyond the padded cells Within these crimes of passion The naked truth She dwells And this fury's just a part And this thunder's just a part Desire is just a part The cracking ice, the splitting rock Ch Hey, hey to the suicide day The blind man blunders on Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone As children learn about the world We built that wall of sand Along the beach we laboured hard With our brave hands We worked until the sun went down Beneath the waves And the tide came rolling splashing in Washed the wall away How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough? |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain (1989)
We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done . . . We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway Ch: No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No layers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of hours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of hours So we followed your man back to your front door And we're waiting for you outside 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side Ch And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our own Ch |
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I went to my mother, Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Ch: Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you I went to my father Said please make me king Went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years and I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Ch History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old men went home silent and bowed The young men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just gunning for a crown - take it- take it all Ch: But now, now the lights go out . . . |
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Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun We're the 51st state of America Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd Tip your hat to the Yankee conqueror We've got no reds under the bed with guns under our pillows We're the 51st state of America Here in the land of opportunity, watch us revel in our liberty You can say what you like but it doesn't change anything Because the corridors of power are an ocean away We're the 51st state of America |
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There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the hall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world Ch: In the name of the people All of this is done in the name of the people They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodisiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired Ch Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask It's soldiers night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all Ch |
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We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughing hearts In Poison Street they guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out loud Till the shadows go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of kids You gave me live You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go crashing through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away Ch: So just a kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us any more We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the streetlights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street . . . |
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Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how's it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone With sex and with money And with everything for free The show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV. Watch the dirty hands That laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and video A little bit to spare And go on promising That more could all be theirs Ch: All lies are lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a looser In the western dream The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering Those four letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell when to laugh They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Conforming their lives The way they hope will get them in Ch It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousands years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice Ch |
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Under darkening thundering towering skies We live through these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the enemy's gaze Well we all create monsters Come back for their masters The prices the Devil reclaims It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change Now above and beyond the roofs of our city The sunset spreads silent and gold And we passing the time not thinking about you Lost in our own little world Well the other night we put the radio on When we ran out of things we could say But it always play lovesongs When you're far away Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble Forget all the things that I've done And please believe like I still believe The best is yet to come The truth is yet to come So damn all the world And damn their demands And all the things that they say Cos they always play lovesongs When you're far away |
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We are not children any more The fists you made they are come Bashing at your door Your legacy is waiting in the wings And there's something so familiar In the hunger that we bring We don't want to be like you Don't want to live like you Learn by our own mistakes, thank you Forcing time and pushing through Ch: You are not our heroes anymore Dim the lights the time is come Into the ring the father and the son Sown in sweat and passion long ago And now the blood on our hands Is the same as our own . . And the man has the skill And the man has the power But the boy has the will to win And so much time . . . Ch If you knew then What you know now to be true You never would have started This whole chain we're going through And you love us now But you hate us still And we hate you now But we love you still . . . Ch: You are not our heroes anymore You are not my mother You are not my father . . . |
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When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything still we did nothing Harvested everything, planted nothing Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy Quietly knawing away at Her body Until we mortgage the future, bury our children Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given We send off the scragends to suckle the starving But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside Greedy, restless and unsatisfied I was never much one for the great "big bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power . . Just a little leak here and a small error there Another square mile poisoned forever A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles And out go the lights, never to return The affair it is over, the passion is dead She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes But we turn away from these bitter reproaches And take up distractions to forget what we're doing Well I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousands square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain And I wish and I wish We could start over again Yes I wish and I wish We could win back Her love once again |
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from New Model Army - Ghost of Cain (1989)
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask The ship she sails without a captain Ch: Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving I've had it up to here . . . The opposition, we ain't doing so well Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell bastard Ch Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy nights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now . . . So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the Master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Ch |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing Oh God I love the world Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace Oh God I love the world And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all I told you so, I told you so, I told you so . . Oh God I love the world |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done
But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth, both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill with the best of them but your smile remains so sweet When someone comes to eat me alive, I like to see their teeth If you really want I can name the names Be an angel of death at the children's games, so Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to - I know that you do There comes a time in your life you've got to grow up fast And I think that your time is coming now here at last It's not a crime to be innocent , these things we have not done But you cannot run forever, spring is past and gone Waiting in line at the fortune teller Waiting to hear some more pretty lies, he says Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
She stares at the screen
At the little words of green Tries to remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration That across her face Searching for the key she should press And I would help her If I only know how But these things are a mystery to me too And it seems that the corporate Eyes they are watching She fears for her job And the moments are passing I stare at her nametag And think to myself Both you and I, we never asked For any of this So let's take a walk Up past the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night And we'll talk about Getting away from here Some difference kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air The jet fighters practise overhead And they're drilling these hills For uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste For our children to inherit And though this is all done For our town benefit, I swear We never asked for any of this This golden age of communication Means everyone talks at the same time And liberty just means Some freedom to exploit Any weakness that you can find Well turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to eachother instead And we'll hope that the Corporate ears Do not listen Lest we find ourselves committing Some kind of treason And filed in the tapes Without rhyme, without reason While they tell us that it's all For our own protection, I swear We never asked for any of this |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Mother, Father, I'm doing OK
On the other side of the country, far away And though I know the things that you want to hear me say Sometimes these things are hard Mother, Father, I am your son Right down to the long thin pointed face And this muddled up and twisted tongue And now I find that I'm doing All those things you would have done Sometimes these things are hard Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine Mother, Father, all those battles that have been And the long, long silences that lay in between Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass a rainy mile Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call To the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much I guess you'd say it never will The pubs are all full on Friday nights And things get started still We spent hours last week with Billy boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Staring at those posters we used to laugh at Never never land, palm trees by the sea Well there was no need for those guys To hurt him so bad When all they had to do Was knock him down But noone asks to many questions like that Since you left this town Ch: And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers All the time - as if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got to be something that always seems to happen - somewhere else For God's sake don't you realise That I still hear that call Do you think you're so brave Just to go running To that which beckons to us all Ch No, not for one second Did you look behind you As you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place that you live today Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Joey puts her make-up on really well
She looks cool in the flashing lights And all the boys gossip about the shape of her legs On these muddled up and drunken nights And if it's all got to end up between the sheets She can coo like a virgin dove But really she just doesn't want to be alone And if you want you can call that love M6 southbound roadside cafe on a wild wet and windy night There's a kid in a sleeping bag huddled in a corner, trying to beg a light He's got mum and dad tattooed on his arm From when he thought that that would make it alright He's got hope and fear on his young boy's face Another innocent taking flight, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe They said go, get out, we've got our own lives to lead Now that water is thicker than blood And every house is divided into single flats With their very own little welcome rug The shopping mall it is teeming with life Fighting for the goodies on the shelf But there's those funny old people on the escalators Talking to themselves, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe Well I survive on my own for a while or so Upon a whim or a bottle of wine Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings I only changed my name a couple of times Please take me back Joey, I'm really sorry Can we try to make a happy home? But she's gone with someone else and they're starting a family Trying for a clan of their own, so Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
How did they do this to you?
How did they do this to you? Were you the weapon that they used As they tore apart the family Did they bring you here as they were passing through? How did they do this to you? And now you don't want to go home And now you say that you never will go home Take a tram across the city Past the places where your brother died Of the comfort for the girls who work alone And I can't tell you that you're not alone In the cities of the far north, the skies are cold and clear The loneliness is aching And after all this time and after all these words Your hands are still shaking Why did they do this to you? Why did they do this to you? Were they cut off from their past? Did they try to kill the future? Do we all forget the things that we once knew? Why did they do this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Well if I could have my way I would line them up against a wall Do unto them as they have done to you Who was it that did this? Who was it that did this to you? |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead Ch: We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again Nighttime City Beat the radio is calling The lost and lonely in vain Out here we are running for the wide open spaces The roadsmell after the rain Ch And watching as a boy alone at the keyside The ships loading cargo in the night Their names all calling to faraway places The years go past, the miles go by And still this childhood romance will not die |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
I'm heading north I'm heading home Doing 125 I close my eyes and count to ten Ha ha yeah I'm still alive Perfect perfect tunnel vision Razor sharp and racing racing These moments, immortal No one touches this Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever The music plays, the party swings The gaiety walls come closing in I catch your eye, you take my hand Out into the night we run Dancing down those deadend streets Howling at the moon like little kids Out on the grass at the top of the hill Your breath tastes sw . . . Ch And if I say I hate this place Don't take it as personal And just cos I want to kill somebody Doesn't mean to say that I will And I don't think that that makes me crazy And anyway I'm way past caring There's a ride leaves out of here at 9.00 What do you say, what do you say Ch: Tonight we'll flow . . . |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall It's open season on the weak and the feeble Their meagre ambitions their impotent fury There's bullet proof glass in case there is trouble No doors in the building between this side and that side I've tried to wrestle some unbalanced nightmare Tell myself over that I don't really live here But the boys run away leaving blood on the pavement And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up Joining the queue at the video library To watch ninety five minutes of simulated torture The conference hall rings to the standing ovation The people in blue ties rise from the podium Crazy with power, blinded by vision The mass-chosen leaders for a brutalized nation |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Our history speaks in thunder
From a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice In honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn A- piercing in their side The brave new world is beckoning So the olden world must die In the offices of the city At all the tables of oak and power The snares are laid and baited For the approaching of the hour A hundred justifications And the presses are ready to roll The gateways to the nation They are firmly under control Ch: On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds Well we called for some assistance From the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s And we were on our own We never felt like heroes Or martyrs to a cause Just battleweary soldiers In a bloody civil war Ch The massacre now is over And the order new enshrined While a quarter of the nation Are abandoned far behind Their leaders offer the cliché words So righteous in defeat But noone needs morality When there isn't enough to eat The unity bond is broken And the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother For even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private here Behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade The severing of the past Ch |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done You believe what you read in the printed lies But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes And yes I've done a lot of things that you'd probably call a crime But I don't feel guilty for anything All the tongues waggle but we just smile That'll keep the little buggers going for a while I live within natural justice, I understand nature's law But as for your Christian morals . . . Oh, how you love this, how you love it You go out and you find it How you love it, how you love it Such horror, oh such a farce, a little bit of broken glass You should think yourself lucky that this was done You'll have something you can whine about for years to come EP: White Coats |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
We drive in silence beneath the grey dawning skies
Past the cooling towers where the white clouds slowly rise I watch the world through motionless eyes Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Raised as son of Empire, hardened like a piece of steel I am the master now of all that I can see This means so much to you but nothing much to me Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Please take me home - I am very young. Please take me home. And yes I heard you screaming as you walked out of my door And yes I've seen those bloody faces picked up from the floor I feel nothing and yet I understand it all Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches |
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from New Model Army - Thunder And Consolation (1989)
Well we know what makes the flowers grow But we don't know why And we all have the knowledge of DNA But we still die We perch so thin and fragile here Upon the land And the earth that moves beneath us We don't understand So we rush towards the judgment day When She reclaims A toast to the Luddite martyrs then Who died in vain Down at the lab they're working still Finishing off How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough is enough is enough? Ch: Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone You and I we made no suicide pact We didn't want to die But we watch the wall, little darling While the chemical trucks go by This desperate initiation now Of innocence Those last few days at Jonestown Ain't got nothing on this Ch Now beneath the fitted carpets Beyond the padded cells Within these crimes of passion The naked truth She dwells And this fury's just a part And this thunder's just a part Desire is just a part The cracking ice, the splitting rock Ch Hey, hey to the suicide day The blind man blunders on Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone As children learn about the world We built that wall of sand Along the beach we laboured hard With our brave hands We worked until the sun went down Beneath the waves And the tide came rolling splashing in Washed the wall away How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough? |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
Get up early every morning Just to put your make up on The wardrobe's full of useless clothes Your winter coats are gone The jackal pack is feeding The motorway sweeps down The council tries to bribe the rich Just to stay in town Ch: Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain Ysidro down to Melbourne The pressure starts to build The bullets fly at random When you least expect they will Everybody feels guilty So anyone can pay I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day Ch So here come the nineties The temperature is rising I cannot seem to loose the stains When I wash my hands One world is rising, One world is dying And one has got it's precious head Buried in the sand Ch |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
Well you walk the thinnest of the ice So easy to hurt We drove through the dark in the pouring rain And barely said a word So dress your wounds as best you can And close your tired eyes Try to climb away from here Towards the empty skies And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death As Moses stands and turns his gaze Away from the feuding tribes Walks towards the mountains And through the rocks he climbs God he orders Moses Bring the people to my will 'Leave me be' cries Moses Keeps on walking up the hill And I'll meet you there High above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death And should the Devil come And should he say - 'All of this will I give to you, if you Just bow down and worship me' I'm on my knees . . "The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth. You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote, Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below" (quotation from Thomas Stafford, astronaut) |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
We scream, you run Fall out - fall out You scream and we're gone Fall out - falling out There must have been times in the smoke and the beat on the dancefloor When all of the doors, they were opening for you There must have been times when you thought you were kings of the whole world With the chemicals eating away at your reason But now you're shut down, closed in We build our own little jails I've had to watch this thing so many times Another little death of innocence Ch: Now we scream None of us saw the clever image you hold of yourselves The things that you thought were so cool were just a joke to everyone else Didn't they tell you when you pulled a stupid expression That when the wind changed you'd be stuck with it forever And now you're shut down, closed in With all the money you owe I've had to watch this thing so many times Another little death of innocence Ch |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
The rains move in eastwards In waves of succession Drawing lines of grey across the sky With history just as close As a hand on the shoulder In hunger and impatience we cry The battle against corruption Rages in each corner There must be something better, something pure And the call it is answered From the caves to the cities Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth We've seen the restless children At the head of the columns Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth Nothing is as cruel as the Righteousness of innocents With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth Ch: Revolution for ever Succession of the seasons Within the blood of Nature All raised to rot and die This purity is a lie Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories How this vanity goes on Or in the message of the preacher With his morals and obsessions The wars that we wage upon ourselves Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all So forgive yourself my friend All this will soon be over What happened here tonight is nothing at all Ch I will always see Brendan At that broken down piano His fingers thick and red shaking on the keys Battered by the years Of alcohol and working Still playing with the faith that never leaves So sit us down, buy us a drink Tell us a good story Sing us a song we know to be true I don't give a damn That I never will be worthy Fear is the only enemy that I still know |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
I felt a shiver in the heathaze And the waiting time is over Strange tongues on the airwaves As the voices call from distant lands I saw which was the winning side But still I joined the other And I'm in love with every strange unfolding day As the storm begins to break cover So let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below And so we shutter up the doorways As the ripples move towards us For a moment stop breathing She wakes and stirs beneath our feet The Order try to stand their ground While every battlefront is shifting They still believe that they can hold the reins But then they've got no sense of history So let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below - the waters seething, bubbling out of control - come on take my hand and we'll dive A television blares in an empty room The poisoned waters glisten Goliath staggers round in a punchdrunk daze Doesn't understand what hit him I saw which was the winning side But still I joined the other And I'm in love with every strange unfolding day As the storm begins to break cover Let the whirlwind blow - through the ice, the melting snows - across the freezing skies and the tiny lights below - the waters seething - we watch the oceans rise and the governments start to fall - across the freezing skies until the lights go out below |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes Ch: I've got my trophies on the wall The heads I've hunted down the hall And I guard my winnings well Carry them with me when I fall Now the daylight hours pass Like the people I have lost In the triumph of the hour In the bloody cause - lust for power Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light Everything I've ever dreamed about focused true and bright And fortune opens up the ground, blackens out the sky I kissed her once, I kissed her twice But I couldn't remember why When I was young they taught me well to always play to win But they never said what happens when you've won the bloody game Ch And all desires is satisfied But still the hunt goes on It's funny how this feeling stays With all the reasons gone We've seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame I've run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same I can watch the world in secrecy From one side of this glass From the other my reflection and I don't know which is worse The streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh, laugh Ch |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is big enough for both of us The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands There's different enemies for both of us now There's noone round here who remembers those times When we were little kings of our own different sides Was I the punk who stole your thunder Or was it all just the other way round? Ch: Now it's gone, done, the feud is over Funny how vendettas just turn into a bore Gone, done, the feud is over I really can't be bothered anymore Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is big enough for both of us But oh how that bitching was fun while it lasted Until I got to realise noone really cared Ch: So it's gone, done . . . It's such a waste of my time Thinking of you And all the stuff that I hear Which may or may not be true I never did like you - probably never will But I bet you can live with that fact pretty well People get to drinking, they get sentimental Maybe I'm a bastard human after all Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse The world is big enough for both of us The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands And this whole thing is just ridiculous |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
One swallow never made a spring You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king Beware the trinkets that we bring When the visionary dreams set hard and grey As flesh made into stone You tore the statues to the ground Crying let our people go And now they're gone, all is gone But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile The freedom passion and the two faced call They dance together upon the wall With nothing left to break the fall Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods The college buildings stand And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls At the death of the promised land All is gone, all is gone But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile One swallow never made a spring . . . And in the shadows of the crowded square A thousand paper deals go down And hungry sharks from everywhere Smell the blood and head for town Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything The past it eats the future up And this blind desire eats everything Now the rats they leave one stricken ship For another sailing past Your world was going nowhere slow While ours goes nowhere fast And now it's gone, all is gone But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |
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from New Model Army - Impurity (1992)
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry Live too fast, still not die Before I get old I'm going to see you raised above this place Watch the moments shine upon your face Before I get old I'll watch the sun set over every sea From every city wall, every mountain peak Before I get old The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross The harvests and the miles of dust And the blowing wind across the world So wrap this coat around yourself And leave what's done behind There's so much left for us to do And yet there's so little time I'm going to pull the fences to the ground Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down And start again I want to be a hero and a villain And a father and a son Take care of my body and abuse it still Until everything goes numb So let's make this dance and never fear That there's any real reason why we're all here Live real fast, still not die Before I get old |
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