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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
saw you in a mag
kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah saw you in a mag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a cottage got you in a corner got you in a corner oh no no no |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
saw you in a mag
kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah saw you in a mag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a cottage got you in a corner got you in a corner oh no no no |
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from Wire - The Peel Sessions (1998)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - The Scottish Play/ 2004 [live] (2005)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - On The Box 1979 [live] (2005)
You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
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from Wire - 154 (2003)
I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend
That I was anything less than concerned Hearing of your troubles Has forced me to double My interest in your current affairs It's no use despising a new unknown horizon Now your son has set his sights on the moon So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision And altered the pitch of your tune Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear While savagely your love you prune For he might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old with the moon In March, April, May, and June July, August, September, soon He might replace the old with the moon It could be October November, or even December So in January and February, remember He might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old quite soon |
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from Wire - 154 (2003)
As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend
That I was anything less than concerned Hearing of your troubles Has forced me to double My interest in your current affairs It's no use despising a new unknown horizon Now your son has set his sights on the moon So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision And altered the pitch of your tune Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear While savagely your love you prune For he might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old with the moon In March, April, May, and June July, August, September, soon He might replace the old with the moon It could be October November, or even December So in January and February, remember He might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old quite soon |
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from Wire - A Bell Is A Cup Until It's Struck (1988)
In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Once a question of degree
Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Once a question of degree
Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
Once a question of degree
Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
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from Wire - 154 (2003)
With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
A dorsal fin breaks the water
Salted meat a sudden relapse Inference drawn from every word Being sucked in again Feeling numbed from anaesthetised flesh Avoid disgrace, ideas still fresh The gaping mouth, a fish-wive's dream Bound and gagged your labour's saved The cost minute, the rules are waved No hand, no step, your labour's in vain |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
A dorsal fin breaks the water
Salted meat a sudden relapse Inference drawn from every word Being sucked in again Feeling numbed from anaesthetised flesh Avoid disgrace, ideas still fresh The gaping mouth, a fish-wive's dream Bound and gagged your labour's saved The cost minute, the rules are waved No hand, no step, your labour's in vain |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
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from Wire - 154 (2003)
Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
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from Wire - A Bell Is A Cup Until It's Struck (1988)
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transferred his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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from Wire - It's Beginning To And Back Again (1989)
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transferred his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
It's true darling, I'll walk you home
I'll be your date forever I love you girl, I love you Until they split the atom So many times, there's nothing left There's nothing left at all I know I'm right, cause when you're gone There's nothing left at all Left right, salute |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
It's true darling, I'll walk you home
I'll be your date forever I love you girl, I love you Until they split the atom So many times, there's nothing left There's nothing left at all I know I'm right, cause when you're gone There's nothing left at all Left right, salute |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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from Wire - A Bell Is A Cup Until It's Struck (1988)
I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In two parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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from Wire - The Scottish Play/ 2004 [live] (2005)
It's coming fast.
It's a comet. Coming this way, With your name on it. It's a heaven-sent Extinction event. And the chorus goes B-b-b-b-b-bang Then a whimper. |
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from Wire - On The Box 1979 [live] (2005)
It's coming fast.
It's a comet. Coming this way, With your name on it. It's a heaven-sent Extinction event. And the chorus goes B-b-b-b-b-bang Then a whimper. |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Well I wonder what's going on
Same old stuff suppopse Not quite right that The stuff's the same But it's different to me Seems like the cancer in the city Has got to be terminal I haven't got it through Incidentally where are you? Thought you lived here The bright lights have got you I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel You can slip through the net It's set It also takes one to catch one |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
Well I wonder what's going on
Same old stuff suppopse Not quite right that The stuff's the same But it's different to me Seems like the cancer in the city Has got to be terminal I haven't got it through Incidentally where are you? Thought you lived here The bright lights have got you I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel You can slip through the net It's set It also takes one to catch one |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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from Wire - It's Beginning To And Back Again (1989)
No switch in this dark, but you search anyway
This is the night, here in the day One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Now you live in the world of the wave And you scratch your name on the walls of the cave Instincts never leave you perfectly clear There's always a buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Marco Polo has lost his way The Louisville Lip has nothing to say One thing remains perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Custard Jack has lost his Mac Captain Flash won't give it back It seemed to them both perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Buffalo Bill, deprived of will Chasing a hamburger down the hill It seemed to him perfectly clear The buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum Adolf turned out very nice Hannibal is afraid of mice One thing remains perfectly clear It's the buzz buzz buzz in the drum of the ear Zee zee zee, zum zum Buzz buzz, buzz buzz in the eardrum |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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from Wire - A Bell Is A Cup Until It's Struck (1988)
Antennaes my currency
Programme your set My pockets are drunk The Illinois tool works The flight nurse attends me I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor Dust-off ready Take-off Oil a mink Follow the locust Write a letter, drop a card Diagram, map a chart Take a note, pick a snap Choose a number, dial a code The flight nurse attends me But I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor Stay on your feet And get collected Enjoy and explore The gambling museum The flight nurse attends me But I can't wait to see the doctor Be smart shrink the world? But I can't wait to see the doctor |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades
The light too bright, let me bury my heart Filter emotions of green, cowardicee gives blue A restricted view, let me open my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile You eat my energy, give me more rope Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile |
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from Wire - Pink Flag (2003)
Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades
The light too bright, let me bury my heart Filter emotions of green, cowardicee gives blue A restricted view, let me open my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile You eat my energy, give me more rope Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile |
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from Wire - A Bell Is A Cup Until It's Struck (1988)
Warning, warning
Free-falling divisions Recalling recalling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Warning warning
Free-falling divisions Re-calling re-calling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Warning warning
Free-falling divisions Re-calling re-calling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
Warning warning
Free-falling divisions Re-calling re-calling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly
I talk on request, I'm never depressed I'll wink a good time till someone pokes me One big blue eye out So simply heady, a birthday teddy Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me Hey, a fun-filled toy Free on a tightrope lives the animal soap Safe, used, been tested, body molester Amphibious charm, scum in several baths Has blurred my features Would you like to say What that silence was meant to intend? Would you like to see What violence these eyes can send To your heart From the nursery |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly
I talk on request, I'm never depressed I'll wink a good time till someone pokes me One big blue eye out So simply heady, a birthday teddy Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me Hey, a fun-filled toy Free on a tightrope lives the animal soap Safe, used, been tested, body molester Amphibious charm, scum in several baths Has blurred my features Would you like to say What that silence was meant to intend? Would you like to see What violence these eyes can send To your heart From the nursery |
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from Wire - Manscape (1990)
Leaning backwards a memory
Staying on the periphery To all the things that used to be I'll say goodbye To the smoky rooms, where they piss their time To the alright boys, left with no rhyme To all the ploys as dumb as mine I'll say goodbye Nothing ventured, nothing gained Put it down to expenses, it's all the same To all the players of the game I'll say goodbye To the wait in line and don't complain To the fake pretending not to be sane To the someone's loss is always my gain I'll say goodbye To the people cocktail, that does not mix To the have-it-all by dirty tricks Of national airwaves jammed by pricks I'll say goodbye To the chilled and labelled haunted face To the claustrophobic can't do space To every lace curtained place I'll say goodbye Through the thin and unsupported walls To the talking big and acting small To the last ordered home time call I'll say goodbye To the third rate butcher's dance-hall-mix To the gain attention finger clicks To the try it on the wind-up slicks I'll say goodbye |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
I feel icy
I feel cold I feel old Is there something there behind me? I'm sublime I feel empty I feel dark I remark I am mesmerised By my own beat Like a heartbeat (In its own beat) |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
I feel icy
I feel cold I feel old Is there something there behind me? I'm sublime I feel empty I feel dark I remark I am mesmerised By my own beat Like a heartbeat (In its own beat) |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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from Wire - The Peel Sessions (1998)
I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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from Wire - On Returing (2005)
I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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