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In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had,
at least with all my heart intact.
In 1985, Orwell was proved right,
Torville and Dean's bolero,
redundant as a sad welsh chapel.
In 1985, in 1985.
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
superstition is all we have left.
Circle the wagons, we're under attack,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.
In 1985, the Civil War failed why?,
kept hidden like scars of birth,
nature unable to soften the words.
In 1985, my words they came alive,
friends were made for life,
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice.
In 1985, in 1985.
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
only 16 years of age, he said.
See all the tears, for the walking dead,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had.
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The world on your shoulders
The love of your mother
The fear of the future
The best years behind you
The world is getting older
The times they fall behind you
The need it still grows stronger
The best years never found you
The love of Richard Nixon , death without assassination
The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assassination
Yeah they all betrayed you
Yeah and your country too
Love build around the sandy beaches
Love rains down like Vietnam's leeches
Richard the third in the White house
Cowering behind divided curtains
The world is getting older
The times they fall behind you
The need it still grows stronger
The best years never found you
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assassination
The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assassination
Yeah they all betrayed you
Yeah and your country too
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assassination
The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you
People forget China and your war on cancer
Yeah they all betrayed you
Yeah and your country too
In all the decisions I have made in my public life
I have always tried to do what was best for the nation
I have never been a quitter
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Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone
Rattling memories and hollow bones
Leaves a taste so bitter and cold
For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Colossal endless like a marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
For empty souls they stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know
Exposed to a truth we don't know
Collapsing like the Twin Towers
Falling down like April showers
Colossal endless like a marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
Colossal endless like a marathon
God knows what makes the comparison
God knows what makes the comparison
For the empty souls
For the empty souls
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And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another
Some calm and then some grace
But once within a long and broken night
A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white
This is a song, this is a song
a song for a departure
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
a song to take you homewards
This is a song
Maybe this strangeness only ever was
To hide ourselves from some kind of happiness
But always the moment it just seems to stay
Tearing it off like so many calendar days
This is a song, this is a song
a song for a departure
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
a song to break your heart to
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
a song for broken lovers
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
a song to take you homewards
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
a song to break your heart to
This is a song
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I live to fall asleep
It's when I stop the hate
I never want to dream
It infiltrates beauty
I live to fall asleep
Regenerate and sin
Skin so tense gives in
I've lived enough to kill
When did you become another distant friend
Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end
When did you become another distant friend
Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end
Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life
How could you become another boy struck dumb
How could you become another boy struck dumb with love
I live to fall asleep
I live to fall asleep
I live to fall asleep
it helps me through the day
Drink has never dulled
a pain so deep does run
I live to fall asleep
serene alone happy
Holding on to screams
waiting for the time
When did you become another distant friend
Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end
When did you become another distant friend
Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end
Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life
How could you become another boy struck dumb
How could you become another boy struck dumb with love
I live to fall asleep
I live to fall asleep
So lazy, lazy, lazy
Chuck down all the pills
Needing to remember how and why to live
Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life
How could you become another boy struck dumb
How could you become another boy struck dumb with love
I live to fall asleep
I live to fall asleep
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When the disappearing begins
The ghosts we kept within
Can break free from inside
And untie our blindfold eyes
To repel ghosts
To repel ghosts...
So when the ghosts find you
Be careful but be graceful
For all will be revealed
When ghosts become set free
A soul in pain Has no image to reclaim
To repel ghosts
To repel ghosts
A soul in pain Has no image to reclaim
To repel ghosts
To repel ghosts
Build bridges and not roads
Make love, make hate, make war
A soul in pain Has no image to reclaim
To repel ghosts
To repel ghosts
A soul in pain Has no image to reclaim
To repel ghosts
To repel ghosts
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Emily, Emily your gift to me
Emily, a modern sense of beauty
Emily, as precious as your memory:
A simple word called liberty
The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads
The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads
Emily, so pity poor Emily
You've been replaced by charity
It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you
It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you
We used to have answers, now we have only questions
But now have no direction
The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads
The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads
Emily, so pity poor Emily
You've been replaced by charity
It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you
It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you
We used to have answers, now we have only questions
But now have no direction
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When did life get so, get so complicated
When did time start, start accelerating
Make life slower
Stop life growing
If we can still fall in love
If we can still fall in love
Embrace with us - make your own glasnost
And in defeat, cling to these words so clear
Humiliations not easily understood
Onto the future
Such messages are burned
If we can still fall in love
If we can still fall in love
Embrace with us - make your own glasnost
If we can still fall in love
If we can still fall in love
Embrace with us - make your own glasnost
If we can still fall in love
If we can still fall in love
Embrace with us - make your own glasnost
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Always, never on my mind
Always, always out of time
Always, always letting someone down
Always, always wanting more
Always, always stand-alone
Always, always getting something wrong
Longing for, it's been a long time longing for
To carry the sky away
Always, never said and done
Always, always change my mind
Always, always trying to succeed
Always, never facing you
Always, never being true
Always, always gonna be this way
Longing for, it's been a long time longing for
To carry the sky away
Always, never
Always, never
Always, never
Always, never
Always
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Solitude sometimes is
The place that I would like to live
Solitude sometimes is
When nothing really seems to fit
If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is
Solitude sometimes is
Life that no longer exists
Solitude sometimes is
When there's nothing left to give
If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is
Drop your bombs on all I see
Leave this world alone for me
The thing I need to hide behind
It reigns beneath my holy skies
If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is
Solitude sometimes is...
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Strung out eyes as cold as worship
Two minutes silence in a century of screams
Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul
Skin against skin and blood against blood
This is the place where peace exists
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
When there's time I'll read your words
There's no point disguising
You're the one who's hurt
Laid bloody and bare to see
The effects will fail to desert me
This is the place where peace exists
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
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If the love between us has faded away
Left in the rain, Scratching at the stains
The paralysed future
The past sideways scrawl
I must give up on this
It makes no sense at all
Makes no sense at all
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
We sense the breaking of our lives
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
And yet I kept my silence
Your memory is still mine
No I will not share them
Acquaintance through denial
For I witnessed splendour
And evil that no-one saw
And I felt kindness
And vanity for sure
And vanity for sure
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
We sensed the breaking of our lives
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff afterlife
We sensed the making of our lives
In the Cardiff afterlife
In the Cardiff
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