- Found That Soul
- Ocean Spray
- Intravenous
Agnostic
- So Why So Sad
- Let Robeson Sing
- The Year
of Purification
- Wattsville
Blues
- Miss
Europa Disco Dancer
- Dead
Martyrs
- His Last
Painting
- My
Guernica
- The
Convalescent
- Royal
Correspondent
- Epicentre
- Baby Elian
- Freedom
of Speech Won't Feed My Children
Found
That Soul
Author:
Nicky Wire
Show
me a wonder
You can't be sure of
I exist in a place
A self-made vacuum
But still stranded here
With all the scum
So clean, So lost
So beautiful
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul
Not
a subject
Not a subject am I
Sick and pale but
Strangely alive
Broken blood vessels
Line my cheeks
Reflections look bad
And somehow unreal
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul
But
I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul
Show
me a wonder
Show me a wonder
Show me a wonder
Show me a wonder
Ocean Spray
Author:
James Dean Bradfield
me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne
totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu
It's
easy to see, it's easy to see
To see only white where colour should be
It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel
But it's not good enough, even though it's real
Oh
please stay away
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
Oh please stay away
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
It's
easy to breathe, it's easy to breathe
To breathe only air where life should be
It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry
To cry so so hard that it can't be denied
Oh
please stay awake
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
Oh
please stay awake
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
Intravenous Agnostic
Author:
Nicky Wire
Into
a vein exhibit the derelict
A secular mosaic distracted at birth
A Cubist abstraction let it live forever
Narcissim so lonely so live by the sea
What a mess
Cosmetic
- polemic
Distinguished by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
Brutality
is needed in capitalist society
Television abandoned my very entity
Nature failed me
But then it made me
We all pray for pluralist babies
Cosmetic
- polemic
Distinguished by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
Dismayed
- dispossessed
Life becomes Calvanist
So sparkle and believe
Linguistics die easily
Intravenous
agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous
So Why So Sad
Author:
Nicky Wire
Things
get clear when I feel free
When whatever's next comes easily
When gentle hands give life to me
When your eyes fill with tiny tears
When
I'm this still you are my life
[When I'm this still you are my life]
So at ease in the midnight sky
[So at ease in the midnight sky]
But my insides will look like war
[My insides will look like war
Paralysed except through my thought
So
why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
My
smile as real as a hyena's
[My smile as real as a hyena's]
Burns an expressway to my skull
[Burns an expressway to my skull]
But I'll stick myself together again
Spirit so low that I no longer pretend
So
why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
So
why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
Let Robeson Sing
Author:
Nicky Wire
Where
are you now?
Broken up or still around?
The CIA says you're a guilty man
Will we see the likes of you again?
Can
anyone make a difference anymore?
Can anyone write a protest song?
Pinky lefty revolutionary
Burnt at the stake for
A
voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you
Went
to Cuba to meet Castro
Never got past sleepy Moscow
A giant man with a heavenly voice
MK Ultra turned you paranoid
No
passport 'til 1958
McCarthy poisoned through with hate
Liberty lost still buried today
Beneath the lie of the USA
Say what you want
Say what you want
A
voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you
Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down
the track
Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black
Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white
Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight
Stopping in the country in the wide open air
Where there never was a Jim Crow sign nowhere
And no lilly-white committees, politicians of note
Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote
And there won't be no kinda color lines
The Freedom Train will be yours
And mine
A
voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you
Sing
it loud, sing it proud
I will be heard, I will be found
Sing it loud, sing it proud
I will be heard, I will be found
The Year Of Purification
Author:
Nicky Wire
Detoxification
Purification
The ravaged corner
Cold and embittered
Run
away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The
year of purification
The year of purification
Deification
Depopulation
Crescendo of craving
Sullen and distorted
Run
away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The
year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification
What
have I said?
What have I said again?
I regret everything
Moral
little shit-kickers
Liberal asinine pricks
Run
away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline
The
year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification
Wattsville Blues
Author:
Nicky Wire
I
got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
Time
is going on
Time is leaving me
I got the Wattsville blues
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
But
I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the sense of this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds
I
got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose
Time
is going on
And time is killing me
I got the Wattsville blues
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
But
I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
There's a part of me that will never leave
But
I still love
But I still love
But
I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds
I
got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the Wattsville blues now baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wattsville blues
Wattsville blues
Don't
want no friends
Don't want no friends
Don't want no
Don't want no
Don't want no friends
Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door
Poxy fucking assholes following me
Don't you understand that I fucking despise
Every single living organism?
I'm dead
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Author:
Nicky Wire
Miss
Europa disco dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss Europa disco dancer
I'm in heaven when I see you
Miss Europa disco dancer
Favourite son and favourite daughter
Miss Europa disco dancer
I suck suck up all of your power
So
serene, the world turns blue
Heads are spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty
Miss
Europa disco dancer
Brutally becomes a no hoper
Miss Europa disco dancer
Had your luck and had your chances
Miss Europa disco dancer
I never reached the supernova
Miss Europa disco dancer
Wake up drunk and then fall over
So
messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away
So
serene, the world turns blue
Yes you're spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty
So
messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Dead Martyrs
Author:
Nicky Wire
Dead
martyrs
All stigmartyrs
Dead heroes
For fear of zeroes
Dead
martyrs
Always take it further
Dead heroes
Know no fear
Living
for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end
Got
no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Dead
stars are always the blackest
Dead heroes the living empty
Dead martyrs hang on forever
Dead martyrs always take it further
Living
for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end
Got
no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Got
no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
His Last Painting
Author:
Nicky Wire
The
nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart of me
I
can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
It's
not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams
I
can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
Seems
like I've lost myself
To everybody and everything else
I've lied again today
People laugh at it all the time
I
can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
It's
not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams
I
can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on
The
nothing in me
The
nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart of me
The
nothing in me
The apostle in me
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
The
nothing in me
My Guernica
Author:
Nicky Wire
I'm
small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust
Appearing
in more repeats
The mirror man has seen defeat
Hide away, be old and grey
Alfred J Prufrock would be proud of me
Keep
it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together
Little
someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker
Going
now so happy and so loose
Making bigger holes in my stomach
Losing losing split down the middle
With no end and no beginning
I'm
small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust
Keep
it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together
Little
someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker
Keep
it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together
Little
someone in my own little Guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little Guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker
Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker
Hello
The
Convalescent
Author:
Nicky Wire
My
bedroom wall recalls what's in my head
A collage constructed and constantly fed
Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain
Look through the window, pissing down with rain
Lovely
labradors outnumber musicians
Bonnie and Clyde have made their good intentions
Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble
But what a swing and so much bottle
So
I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos DNA means does not accept
So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos DNA means does not accept
Kleenex
kitchen towels and teletext TV
My favourite inventions of the twentieth century
Haile Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young
Eyes quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian
Uneven
and tidal all with exit policies
Followed by anti-ballistic migraines
And Brian Warner has a tasty little ass
Scared of cash machines and the Mardi Gras
So
I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos DNA means does not accept
So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos DNA means does not accept
Alberto
Juanterino unique in his field
These are the things that, that make you feel
Klaus Kinski with love off Werner Herzog
Scream until the war is over
Scream until the war is over
Srebrenica
cousin of Treblinka
Scream until the war is over
War is over
And Dante's Inferno slides into dismorphia
So scream until the war is over
So
I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos DNA means does not accept
So I rehabilitate and get my body straight
Cos nothing fits like it used to fit
Royal Correspondent
Author:
Nicky Wire
You've
been this way since school
Dysfunctional,
translucent
Royalty
on your wall
So
desperately mundane
They're
inbred baby just like you
But
you'd love the chance to eat their food
Even
though it has been chewed
Royal
correspondent
Sad
and lonely
Royal
correspondent
Kills
her daily
Dream
of the Daily Mail
It
is the Holy Grail
And
then the BBC
Your
life would be complete
Build
a fountain, wash away the poor
Just
as long as your motives are pure
Hold
on tight or you just might lose her
Royal
correspondent
Wears
their Sunday best
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
Correspondent
Author:
Nicky Wire
You've
been this way since school
Dysfunctional,
translucent
Royalty
on your wall
So
desperately mundane
They're
inbred baby just like you
But
you'd love the chance to eat their food
Even
though it has been chewed
Royal
correspondent
Sad
and lonely
Royal
correspondent
Kills
her daily
Dream
of the Daily Mail
It
is the Holy Grail
And
then the BBC
Your
life would be complete
Build
a fountain, wash away the poor
Just
as long as your motives are pure
Hold
on tight or you just might lose her
Royal
correspondent
Wears
their Sunday best
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Royal
correspondent
Smarter
than the rest
Smarter
than the rest
Epicentre
Author:
Nicky Wire
We
use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision - indecision
Indecision
Feels
like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like
a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent
energy adrenalin my god
Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord
I'm breaking and I'm shaking - so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling
Like
a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I'm
sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I'm tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyed
Feels
like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like
a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentre
You
don't drink - you don't get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
You don't drink - you don't get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
This
is my epicentre
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Baby
Elian
Author:
Nicky Wire
Blockades
won't win you more votes
A Cuban adjustment act
Offer the world a dream
Dress it up - it's blackmail
Internal
matter they say
For two million dollars a day
Maybe a future in film
But Cuban boxers still win
Kidnapped
- to the promised land
The Bay Of Pigs
Or baby Elian
Operation - Peter Pan
America
The Devil's playground
Baby
Elian
Baby Elian
Across
the unfair divide
Where black will never meet white
So read my token lips
As if they never exist
You
cannot buy a nation
Not even the Miami mob
We follow a shining path
That you will never destroy
Kidnapped
- to the promised land
The Bay Of Pigs
Or baby Elian
Operation - Peter Pan
America
The Devil's playground
You
don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution
You don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution
Baby
Elian
Baby Elian
Freedom Of Speech Won't Feed My Children
Author:
Nicky Wire
Liberty,
sweet liberty
Charitable respectability
Then pacifism killed us all
For all the tourists on the Berlin wall
So
we protest about human rights
Worship obesity as our birthright
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
We
love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass
Because he is such a holy man
Free to eat and buy anything
Free to fuck from Paris to Beijing
Little
boys with dangerous toys
All bow down to the Beastie Boys
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Royalty
- hereditery - unelected and becalmed
Just like Stalin, just like Stalin
Human and useless
Bomb
the Chinese Embassy
The west is free, oh the west is free
Laugh at the hammer and sickle
It is antique, oh it is antique
And
see the love in Richard Gere's eyes
JS Pemberton saved our lives
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing