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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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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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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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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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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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Hook fear lashing
Spit-gas sinking Tired reflections In a broken eye You're a strange one Are there any more like you? You're a rare one I want one too Head collections Private view Flood damaged In a baby plague Effete means funny dreams Offence on refusal Look out Dr. Up It's a boy as usual |
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Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress A million eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers talk in tongues Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the room Empty heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow Drinks are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears On his knees, hands held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years The altar clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor Amen |
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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before me I check-up the once over Give yourself an opening Keep your mouth shut In the event of an accident Contact the following A certain air An invading smile Inbreeding seals the flaw Silk skin paws Hang by both feet Embracing the world Hang the expense Breugels cut corners Wring out the senses I have nothing like it I've seen nothing like it |
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin-skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks No one is home, power attracts Death on a raft, life in a whale No one is home to finish the tale Paint it red, light it in blue No one is home over at the zoo Lashing together, a timbre design No one is home, no one is blind The last boat launched, cling to the rail No one is home, they're in full sail Forging chains, caught on the tracks No one is home and they're not coming back The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, they've gone for a walk The island monkeys love the dark No one is home, the chemicals talk |
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Painted statues in underground streams
With invitations to the Pharaoh's dream They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Walking mirrors in the Pharaoh's harem And here they come The queen of Ur And the king of Um Tainted Matthews in car-key relations Gilt invitations to the blue queen's ball They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Talking pillars in the blue queen's hall Fading tattoos of empty stations Great expectations at Vince's loyal mince They stare at each other, there's a need to be seen Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint Olympic statues from terminal stations Sifting invitations to the market floor Steering into the future, it pays to be seen Polishing mirrors, keeping the score A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble Fighting invitations to the emperor's shilling They stare through themselves, there's nothing to see Hand-picked recruits for ghostly pursuit |
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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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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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Would he say, "yeah"?
Would he say, "no"? What would he say? What would he say? Give them the chance Give them the chance What do you like? What do you love? Where did he go? What did he do? [What have you done?] [Give them the chop?] |
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With colour in your life there's a reason to explode
To set the world on fire To skid and leave the road In a black and white life there's a column of smoke You don't burst into flame, you stop When you're broke In vitrio in vivo The revolution's begun In vitrio in vivo In a star-filled world the full moon crosses the sun Four minutes up Two million's gone And bang: he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun The chemical defeater saved the elephant's life A wild type junk genie With a car-bra heaven wide And bang, he invades The son of a gun, the son Of a gun |
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Hook fear lashing
Spit-gas sinking Tired reflections In a broken eye You're a strange one Are there any more like you? You're a rare one I want one too Head collections Private view Flood damaged In a baby plague Effete means funny dreams Offence on refusal Look out Dr. Up It's a boy as usual |
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from Wire - It's Beginning To And Back Again (1989)
Something snapped, over and over
Something snapped, over the horizon Something burst, over and over Something burst, just out of sight Like a rope on the border, over and over Like a damn on the boundary, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Something broke, over and over Something broke, over the way Something dropped, over and over Something dropped, just out of sight Over and over, just below the skyline Over and over, just out of sight Over and under, under the sideline Over and under, just out of sight |
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I got to be for the offer of virtue
Once in and taken apart This is the shape of interference Please don't adjust your heart Now touching the edges of something Wanting to find truer response Could I ever erase the influence? Brushing in against what's (already) understood Dredging shifting basing phrasing Once in and taken to heart I fought your red colour I scratch your head again Staring trying embracing gazing I shot your silver dollar Fill the space within your heart You wear my golden collar |
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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 - Manscape (1990)
Fun in the manscape
It's coming apart The soul is for hire And they've sold the heart Operate the radar Hit the switches Try to find a way to live Please by the brochure Life in the manscape It's part of the deal The pope of pop Drives a church of steel Deep pile acquaintances Hollow after dinner Accommodate inflation Nervous fingers on the trigger Love in the manscape Guaranteed real You feel what you pay And you pay what you feel Unfamiliar letters Anagram situations Silence please! Poets at work Free speech and more TV Distribute liberally I'd like mine to be A true facsimile |
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The weak beneath the beak
The creep beneath the deep The meat beneath the beat The shit behind the teeth The Morning Bell Proves the distance To be another optical conclusion That you can buy shares in The cages are full again boys! The pages are full again boys! The strangers are friends again boys! The knives are blunt again boys |
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Splinter of wood underneath a nail
Spiked on a tree where hope was pinned Pining for a moment of even more It just slipped out there Harping on the old tune, playing the piping Suspense on a bridgehead distorting and curving classical angles Hanging in the slipstream Is there any movement? Swaying in the shadows Could this be my moment? Novel undertakings clear the place where it all feeds in Promising tomorrows we shall see what we shall see Forensic score the final test, borrowing blood the final brief Quicken to the point express arrival, it's yours today |
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from Wire - Manscape (1990)
End part beginning
17 and counting Erase then cut and paste From here to another place Demonstrations, indignations Colour, colour, collar, nation Empty and filling Ready and willing A brase to cut and dash It's another current fashion Patterns of behaviour I've been to Monrovia Inflate to make a splash Cut and diced it always lacks passion |
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Sporting effects
In a small black reptile Broadened at the shoulder And swing at the hips Room for a big fish A crack of whips Demander of service And generous tips Narrow in the eye And puller of wool The bow on the purse strings Diaries full, arrangements fixed A crossing of arms The sucking of cheeks The appetite rich From scaling peaks Badges of office Extensive plates Cultivating pets Expensive dates |
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from Wire - Manscape (1990)
In times of peril such as these
Pleased as punch but not so nimble Taking chances that you're given Take the Trabant to Brabant Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security The non-believers can't agree Hands are tied, we can't discuss it Swapping pot-pourri for concrete Take the glitter to Gorky Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security Insiders think they've cracked the nut Punch to please and not to crumble Faking answers you are living Empty larder history Find security In Western arms, in Western arms Find security The double agent's single cell Splits the endgame party symbol Forked, endorsed, but not forgiven Delegations with stones Find security Buy Western charms, buy Western charms With security |
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His father's smile
And the sparkle in his eye In the house not home, behind closed doors They hide their fakes, between the floors In the house not home, under the bed Stories are told, and lies are spread The house not home is full of love It's the hate which seeps in from above I'm going to torch it Torch it down I'm going to torch it With you on the top In the house not home, they gild their flaws Preen their feathers, and sheath their claws In the house not home, eyes are closed Blood runs hot, whilst hell hath froze In the house not home, me-me prayers The wailing wall of cheap despair In the house not home, the long house turns Shit to gold, the tall house burns In the house not home, dreams are trained Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top Goodbye In the house not home There are four blanks Your ignorance was unusable Your thoughtlessness was not I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it with you on the top We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold The spirit is broken, I'm gonna torch you down The spirit is not broken, I'm gonna raise it up from the ground |
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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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 - Chairs Missing (1994)
Crawling
Over your window you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp To complete my current ruse You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target But there's an air-pellet hole I can crawl through to you I am the fly in the ointment I can spread more disease than the fleas Which nibble away at your window display Yes I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please as you Accept the next dose of disease |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
The time is too short
but never too long to reach ahead, to project the image, which will in time become a concrete dream. Another cigarette, another day, from A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E, 'cause E is where you play the blues. Avoiding a death is t |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters
As the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end Diverting his attenti |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Crooks lay in a weighted state waiting for the dead assassin while the rust pure powder puffs, a shimmering opaque red. Papers spread, no-one driving, we hurled direct ahead, the windows dark-green tinted, the hearse a taxi instead. Snow storms forecast imminently in areas Dogger, Viking, Moray, Forth, and Orkney. Keeping cover in denuded scrub, the school destroyed raised the club, panic spreading with threat of fire. Crowding beneath a layer of foam, refugees intertwined, alone. Within the institution walls, in pastel blue, clinical white, slashed red lipsticked walls, mercy nurse tonight. Seems like dark grey stockings in the raking torchlight with 4 AM stubble, a midnight transvestite.
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision Lobster head and lobster feet On arriving with a third language |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
No blind spots in the leopard's eyes
Can only help to jeopardise The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries An outdoor life for a silverfish Eternal dust less ticklish Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth Face worker, a serpentine miner A roof falls, an underliner Of leaf structure, the egg timer |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Our own correspondant is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well On the borders there's movement In the hills there is trouble Food is short, crime is double Prices have risen since the government fell Casualties increase as the enemy shell T |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Oh you should miss her, she says she's my sister
She's never hard to find She's tender-trusting, she's everlasting Can I change my mind? Is it too late to change my mind? Mirror, mirror, icy sister Love is never blind She's slowly turning, mouth gently burning Can I change my mind? She pisses icy water on poetic mornings Got to be cruel to be kind Is this real life, is it for life? Can I change my mind? |
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from Wire - Chairs Missing (1994)
Does the pain remain when the head is turned
And the body walks away? You used to know Does nausea ensue when you chance upon a memory Of someone you used to know? Does warmth increase when the pulse is strong But the response is weak? You used to know I just lay down guidelines in front of me It's similar to the things you do to me I'll give you an example typically It's less complicated than it simply should be |
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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 - 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 - The Peel Sessions (1998)
I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse 'Cause you think you understand |
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from Wire - The Peel Sessions (1998)
Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the |
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from Wire - The Peel Sessions (1998)
The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feedi |
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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 / 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 / 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 / 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Crawling
Over your window you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp To complete my current ruse You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target But there's an air-pellet hole I can crawl through to you I am the fly in the ointment I can spread more disease than the fleas Which nibble away at your window display Yes I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please as you Accept the next dose of disease |
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from Wire - Pink Flag / 154 / Chairs Missing (2000)
Always cause for concern
When you're feeling quite bright And your filament burns I feel mysterious today Everything is humming loudly I feel mysterious today Everything is coming this way Is it ever appealing To stand on a ceiling? Observe the tension grow Going walking abroad Minus hat before dawn Bats in profusion there Did you ever conceive That you too can leave Exactly when you like? |
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