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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
The gap that grows between our lives
The gap our parents never had
Stop those thoughts control your mind
Replace the things that you despise
Oh you're old I hear you say
It doesn't mean that I don't care
I don't believe in it anymore
Pathetic acts for a worthless cause
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
But now unforgiven the everlasting
Everlasting
The world is full of refugees
They're just like you and just like me
But as people we have a choice
To end the void with all its force
So don't forget or don't pretend
It's all the same now in the end
It was set in a different life
Destroys my days and haunts my nights?
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
But now unforgiving the everlasting
Everlasting
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
Now unforgiving, the everlasting
Everlasting
But now unforgiving, the everlasting
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Drinking - water to stay thin
Or is it to purify
I love you all the same
But there's no - no real truce with my fury
You don't have to believe me
I love you all the same
But you stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from
You stole the sun from
You have - broken through my armour
And I don't have an answer
I love you all the same
I paint - the things I want to see
But it don't come easy
I love you all the same
But you stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from
You stole the sun from
Think I'm - I'm lost among the undergrowth
So much so I woke up
I love you all the same
But you stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from my
You stole the sun from my heart
You stole the sun from
You stole the sun from
I have - I've got to stop smiling
It gives the wrong impression
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Here's a true story
Said someone to me yesterday
Said he'd heard it in a taxi
Must have had him at my mercy
Drown that poor thing
Put it out of its misery
Condemn it to its future
Deny its history
Deny its history
So where are we going
We're not ready for drowning
So where are we going
We're not ready for drowning
Look through my venetian blinds
Dusting the past off of my mind
Seeing orange everywhere
I'd go to Patagonia
But it's harder there
I'll do anything to prove I care
Fascinated by good
Destroyed by evil
What is there to believe in
So where are we going
We're not ready for drowning
So where are we going
We're not ready for drowning
I will bring the whole edifice down on their unworthy heads
So where are we going
We're not ready for drowning
So where are we going
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
For you my dear sister
Holding onto me forever
Disco dancing with the rapists
Your only crime is silence
Can't work at this anymore
Can't move I want to stay at home
Tied up to all these crutches
Never far from your hands
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Can't speak, can't think, won't talk, won't walk
Doctors tells me that I'm cynical
I tell them that it must be chemical
So what am I doing girl
Cry into my drink I disappear
Eyes for teeth grating over me
Bring down the shadows of my mind
Sleep and breathe under our sheets
Inhale the anxiety in - between, in - between, in - between, in - between
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Through September under the weather
In - between, in - between, in - between, in - between
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
My little empire
Has risen and it's set
My little empire
Is as good as it can get
My little empire
Is coming around
My little empire
It don't make a sound
My royalty it does not exist
It is extinct for the eye to see
My ideology it is dead and gone
Almost forgotten for the eye to see
My little empire
I'm sick of being sick
My little empire
I'm tired of being tired
My little empire
I'm bored of being bored
My little empire
I'm happy being sad
All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist
My little empire
I'm happy being sad
My little empire
I'm fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I'm done with being dumb
My little empire
I'm happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Petryfied for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the soundwaves
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
You're so fragile tonight
Been up hurting all night
It's not trivial like they think
Yes you're desperate and you're hurt
Thought about it so many times
Too afraid to open your eyes
To see the sadness that's inside
Just sit back in and stop time
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
But it's too late to be real
No time to be strong enough
Just time to leave it all behind
Memory has become pain
Rebuild the void with flowers
Sad eyed destruction build around sand and sea
Yes you can build your yourself around
Build yourself around me, yourself around me
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life
Drift away and die
Never say goodbye
Drift away and die
Never say goodbye
Drift away and die
Never say goodbye
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Do I look good for you tonight
Will you accuse me as I hide
Behind these layers of disguise
And the mirrors of my own happiness
I've loved the freedom of being inside
Need a new start and a different time
Something grows in the space between me
And it's twisting and changing this fragile body
And I wish I had been born a girl
Instead of what I am
Yes I wish I had been born a girl
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
The censorship of my skin
Is screaming inside and from within
There's no room in this world for a girl like me
No place around there where I fit in
And I wish I had been born a girl
Instead of what I am
Yes I wish I had been born a girl
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Been natural
For once in my life
Now I'll have to swallow some pride
Know that I should never give advice
But it's too late now to say goodbye
Be natural
Don't want any friends
Be natural
Come on and hit me again
Be natural
I'm repeating myself
Be natural
Is there anything else
Starbright keep me safe - today and tonight
No water tastes like lemonade
Slowly slowly it starts to fade
Be natural
With me tonight
Be natural
Put your fists in my eyes
Be natural
So turn me to stone
Be natural
Just leave me alone
Grown up or backwards born
Into eternity and blackholes
Floating around up here on my own
Screaming at me forever unknown
Been natural
Been natural
Been natural
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
There's a black dog on my shoulder again
Licking my neck and saying she's my friend
Solitude the one thing that I really miss
Guess my life is a compromise
There's a black dog on my shoulder again
I'm playing with it but it's gone to my head
Like Carlito's way there are no exit signs
Freeze me there until I am numb
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight
My dilemma but not my choice
Winston Churchill can you hear my voice
Melodrama there in my kitchen sink
Double vision the way it is
Am I coming home to you again
Or am I stupid just by design
Does it matter if you really ever know
This black dog is out of control
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight
Am I coming home to you again
Or am I stupid just by design
Does it matter if you really ever know
This black dog is out of control
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a coming tonight
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
What's your story baby
No control of what I am saying
Winter leaves still make me believe
No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree
Never had the chance to take you home
Now there's no reason just another tomorrow
You keep giving me your free airmiles
What would I give just for one of your smiles
Just for one of your smiles
Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone
Nobody loved you - no no
Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone
Nobody loved you - no no
Let me turn down all these lights
And sit with me then you can hold me tight
Give me some more of your carrier bags
And let me dream of a new autumn light
Tell me your story baby
What's your poison and what is your honey
You've stopped me hurting but so much disorder
Winter flowers did you ever forgive her
Did you ever forgive her
Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone
Nobody loved you - no no
Cherry blossom tree - but at least you are free
Nobody loved you - like me
It's unreal now you're gone - but at least you belong
Nobody loved you - no - no
What's your story baby
No control of what I am saying
Winter leaves still make me believe
No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree
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(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
The subtext of this song
I've thought about it for so long
But it's really not the sort of thing
That people want to hear us sing
The context of this song
Well I could go on and on
But it's still unfashionable
To believe in principles
South South Yorkshire - mass murderer
How can you sleep at night, sleep at night
South South Yorkshire - mass murderer
How can you sleep at night, sleep at night
The reason for this song
Well maybe it's a pointless one
But thank you Jimmy McGovern
For reminding me of what lives on
The ending for this song
Well I haven't really thought of one
There's nothing I could ever say
That could really take the pain away
South South Yorkshire - mass murderer
How can you sleep at night, sleep at night
South South Yorkshire - mass murderer
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