- Elvis
Impersonator: Blackpool Pier
- A Design for Life
- Kevin Carter
- Enola/Alone
- Everything
Must Go
- Small
Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky
- The Girl
Who Wanted to Be God
- Removables
- Australia
- Interiors
(Song for Willem de Kooning)
- Further
Away
- No
Surface All Feeling
Elvis Impersonator: Blackpool Pier
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
20
foot high on Blackpool promenade
Fake royalty second hand sequin facade
Limited face paint and dyed black quiff
Overweight and out of date
20
foot high on Blackpool promenade
Fake royalty second hand sequin facade
Limited face paint and dyed black quiff
Overweight and out of date
Oh
well
American
trilogy in Lancashire pottery
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery
Is so fucking funny, don't you know
Is so fucking funny, don't you know
All
American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer
All American trilogy - the futures dead, fundamentally
It's so fucking funny, it's absurd
It's so fucking funny, it's absurd
20
foot high on Blackpool promenade...
I wish I was in Dixie
Hooray! Hooray!
On Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
A Design For Life
Author:
Nicky Wire
Libraries
gave us power
Then
work came and made us free
What
price now for a shallow piece of dignity
I
wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came
We
don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A
design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
I
wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came
We
don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A
design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
We
don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A
design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for...
Kevin
Carter
Author:
Richey James
Hi
Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
Bang bang club AK 47 hour
Kevin
Carter
Hi
Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Vulture stalked white piped lie forever
Wasted your life in black and white
Kevin
Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin
Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
The
elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head
Machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever
Click click click click click
Click himself under
Kevin
Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Enola/Alone
Author:
Nicky Wire
The
Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on my TV
Hundred percent risk of stepping outside
Every second too precious to try
My
heart aches for enola
From my birth a rellik a killer
But all I want to do is live
No matter how miserable it is
Please
sing to me a song
Enola/alone
Please take me on home
Enola/alone
I
walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last
I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease
I'll
take a picture of you
To remember how good you looked
Like memory it has disappeared
Naked and lonely with my fears
Please
sing to me a song
Enola/alone
Please take me on home
Enola/alone
Please,
please sing to me a song
Enola/alone
Please take me on home
Enola/alone
Everything
Must Go
Author:
Nicky Wire
Shed
some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything
Freed from the memory
Escape from our history, history
And
I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
I
look to the future it makes me cry
But it seems too real to tell you why
Freed from the century
With nothing but memory, memory
And
I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
Freed
us eventually
Just need to be happy, happy
And
I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
And
I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation, -ation
Then everything must go
Small
Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky
Author:
Richey James
You
have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
Wanna
get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They
drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all
Wanna
get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Here
chewing your tail is joy
The
Girl Who Wanted To Be God
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
There
are no sunsets just silence
You could see that she was true and faithless
But see through the future and forget all the lies
Black out the words for the blind have eyes
I
am the girl that wanted to be God
I am the girl that wanted to be God
There
are times when you feel hopeless
Just for once for no-one else we are blameless
The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high
She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied
I
am the girl that wanted to be God
I am the girl that wanted to be God
Hold
me she said love me to death
I
am the girl that wanted to be God
I am the girl that wanted to be God
I am the girl that wanted to be God
I am the girl that wanted to be God
Removables
Author:
Richey James
Conscience
binds you in chains
Trial by stone hammer and nails
No-one made the holes but me
Misery mourns to be devoured
Killed
God blood soiled unclean again
Killed God blood soiled skin dead again
Again everywhere again
All
removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
Never
grown preserved gently
A bronze moth dies easily
Unknown to others weak to me
Broken hands never ending
Aimless
rut of my own perception
Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
For voices to tell me
All
removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
Australia
Author:
Nicky Wire
I
don't know if I'm tired
And I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow
I think I'll take another pill
Praying
for the wave to come now
It must be for the fifteenth time
I've been here for much too long
This is the past that's mine
I
want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words
In Australia
I
want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words
In Australia
In Australia
Praying
for the wave to come now
It must be for the very last time
It's twelve o'clock till midnight
There must be someone to blame
I
want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words
In Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words
In Australia
In Australia
Australia,
in Australia
I
want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words
In Australia
In Australia
In Australia
In Australia
Interiors
(Song For Willem De Kooning)
Author:
Nicky Wire
Who
sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful triangle of distortion
Now you seem to forget it so much
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say
you can remember
Say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have left us
Are
we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what we see inside
What we see inside
Who
sees the interiors like young Willem once did
A beautiful landscape of your nation
Another era is not forthcoming
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say
you can remember
Say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have left us
Are
we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what you see inside
What you see inside
Say
you can remember
Say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have
Are
we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what you see inside
What you see inside
Further
Away
Author:
Nicky Wire
The
further away I get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else
For everyone else
The
happier I am when I'm with you
The harder it gets when I am alone
When I am alone
The
harder I try to learn something from you
Further away
Further
away
Feel it fade into your childhood
Further away
Further
away
Feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
The
stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe
The draining away just like an old man's dream
Just like an old man's dream
The
simpler the answer the harder it can get
The circular landscape comes back only with regret
Only with regret
The
more estranged I feel from my youth
Further away
Further
away
Feel it fade into your childhood
Further away
Further
away
Feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Further
away
Feel it fade into your childhood
Further away
Further
away
Feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Further away
Further away
Further away
No
Surface All Feeling
Author:
Nicky Wire
Embarrassed
possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies
It
makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may have worked but at what price
What's the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk
It
was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe
richer maybe wiser
Seems
so easy to not go too far
Beg
me to stop hate my face I know
They
tell me forever just to go
Just
one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No not blood just liquid from you
I only wish it was the truth
Feel
the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming