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Razorlight
Razorlight


Background information
Origin London, England, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Garage Rock Revival
Post-punk Revival
Indie Rock
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Universal
Vertigo Records
Mercury Records
Website Website
Members
Johnny Borrell
David 'Skully' Sullivan Kaplan
Freddie Stitz
Gus Robertson
Former members
Andy Burrows
Björn Ågren
Carl Dalemo
Christian Smith-Pancorvo



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Razorlight Album


Slipway Fires (11/03/2008)
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What is love but the strangest of feelings?
A sin you swallow for the rest of your life?
You’ve been looking for someone to believe in
To love you, until your eyes run dry

She lives on disillusion road
We go where the wild blood flows
On our bodies we share the same scar
Love me, wherever you are

How do you love with fate full of rust?
How do you turn what the savage take?
You’ve been looking for someone you can trust
Who will love you, again and again

How do you love in a house without feelings?
How do you turn what that savage take?
I’ve been looking for someone to believe in
Love me, again and again

She lives by disillusions close
We go where the wild blood flows
On our bodies, we share the same scar

How do you love on a night without feelings?
She says “love, I hear sound, I see fury”
She says “love’s not a hostile condition”
Love me, wherever you are

Love me, wherever you are
Love me, wherever you are
Wherever you are

. . .


You make yourself, a prisoner of me
You blind yourself, so you don't have to see
You turn your life, to a power above
You make yourself, a hostage of love

You turn from me, you turn from the strain
Devote yourself, to the power again
Distance yourself from all that we vowed
You broke those rules, your my hostage now

I am a sinner, and I am a saint
I am the devil, I am the ghost at the wake
God feed the swell and pull, of your tears as they break
I am the limit of the load you can take

You are the poet, and i am the wind
I am salvation, and your herald of sin
I'll take you beyond, your limits of trust
Ransom yourself, hostage of love

You see we've been born again
Since you've slept there in that lions den (den)
You can not be saved
You gave your innocents away
Ohhh..

I turned my cheek, and I've suffered the blow
Truth of my story, is widely unknown
Word of derision, I have swallow with a smile
For telling my story I have been, crucified

Now like a mad man, I give my low alls to you
Like a heroes, forsake my trophies for you
No word decipher of this devil that is in the blood
Am I not also your hostage of love?

You see we've been born again
Since you've slept there in that lions den (den)
You can not be turned
Until your innocence is old

And you seek out to live alone
Though it hurts to make it on your own (own)
You can not be saved
You gave your innocents away
Oh...

You will be made a hostage of love
A hostage of love
Hostage of love

. . .


If it is as you say and it's coming your way
Who will stop ya?
If it is what you do and it's all up to you
Don't watch your TV when your broken up

These middle class kids are so strange
Get everything for nothing, nothing comes your way
Emotional, bored and self contained
Full of fronted self delusion
But I guess that is the way to be a..

Tabloid lover
One bed to another
Tabloid lover
Splatters any other
Tabloid lover
Rocks to box runner
Gotta get to cover
Finally you discover you are
What you are

If this is what you do and it's all up to you
Who's gonna stop ya, who's gonna block ya
If you get it every day and it comes every way
All much emotion when I'm trying to dream but

Middle class kids are all the same
Get everything for nothing, nothing comes your way
Drugged up, bored and self contained
And I guess I could just leave it but I've gotta find a way to kill a ..

Tabloid lover
Splatters any other
Sad sec mother
One bed to another
Tabloid lover
Rocks to box runner
Pounds it I've found
I've got to get to cover

And who will stop you?
Don't watch the TV when your dreaming
who will stop ya?

Tabloid lover
One bed to another
Tabloid lover
Splatters any other
Tabloid lover
She can't get another
Can't get another
Can't get another

Tabloid lover
Rocks to box runner
Tabloid lover
Hey street stunner
Tabloid lover
Can't find another
Can't find another
Can't find another

Tabloid...
Tabloid...

. . .


She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road,
Fresh from boarding school and double-barreled shame.
Now there are worms in her skin, she's razor thin, her eyes are pinned,
I get the "daddy never noticed" story again.

And she takes me to a warehouse in the city,
Her gaze as vacant as a byline in the news,
And I reach in disbelief then resign myself,
She's slumming it in someone else's shoes.

Oh! Burberry blue eyes,
This town is not so small,
If you take everyone to bed
And leave the lights all on,
Somebody is going to see it all.
The details of your latest maneuvers,
The tears you've been spreading around,
And your story's so predictable
You spent too long just hanging around.

She was brought up from a distance by the usual,
Rattlers and tattlers from the best guarded schools,
Auditioning to be an obituary in the Daily Mail,
The yawning scandal of the daughter of the duchess breaking rules.

Oh! Burberry blue eyes
This town is not so small,

If you bang him in the car
And leave the doors wide open
Somebody will see it all.
And you're becoming so predictable
You spent too long
Just hanging around.

I get plugged in at another phony party,
Convinced that now there's really nothing left to lose.
'Til I turn around and watch der disappearing,
He's got his hand in her pocket; she's got her eye on his shoes.

And I know I've been converted to old currency,
Somebody new will guarantee her bootleg soul,
Be her proof of purchase counter trophy,
Help her die a little more, deeper in her hole.

Oh! Burberry blue eyes
I guess we're just not meant to be,
If you blow him in the club
And leave your eyes wide open,
Somebody is going to see.
The sordid details of your midnight operations,
All the tears you've been swallowing down,
And your story's so predictable
The end so unavoidable
I've never seen you earn your thrills
You've spent too long
Just hanhing around.

. . .


I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone
Was raised by the radio in a broken home
I've got a broken smile an arrogant line
I'm really no one special but I'm in my prime

I've got a hot body girlfriend
I've got a wallet full of cash
You can bury my body
I'm just North London trash, trash

I've got a flaming road to karma and I'll do it alone
I grew up with the TV in a broken home
I've got matches of the day, black converse
I'm really no one special, but I've seen you do much worse

I've got a hot body girlfriend
She helps me spend my cash
Then we roll on my floorboards
Like nouveau North London trash

If you don't unblock this rifle it'll blow
I've seen a ship like you come and go
I'm North London trash
I'm North London trash, trash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, trash
Trash, trash, trash

I've got pandemonium in my blood, I'm at fever pitch
I could marry her for the money but she's known to be a drag
On my collateral and my arrogant streak
I'm really no one special but I'm here in my prime and my peak

My hot body girlfriend
She makes the cameras flash
You can pin up our bodies
But you can't kill North London trash

And you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
You ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
You've shown a lot of fight, but this ain't your night, or even your year
You ain't bad looking now, watch where you're looking now
Is anybody looking now? Oh, trash

. . .


I don't want to get to know you
Get too close to you though you may want me to
I've been watching you
They've been deceiving you
It gives you an excuse to take some abuse

No one likes to be lied to
Now you lie to me, to protect yourself
Please remember the words we exchanged
How the truth changes shape under strain and I'm stung every time

I don't love you
I don't like you
I did watch you do and that's all
I don't know you
Don't respect you
Don't expect too much from me or you

And if I had to choose between me or you
I'd choose me though I know I'd lose and be stung every time
Every time
Stinger

Oh oh it's a stinger
It's a bitch
We long spinning welter
A heart with a schism
A bond with a stitch

I don't love you
Don't respect you
Don't expect too much from me or you
I don't know you
I never did
I did pull you up and that's it

If I had to choose between me and you
Though it's the last thing I'd want to do
I won't love you
I won't love you
Stinger... hold
Stinger... hold

. . .


You say you're thinking of
And you'd do it at any cost
And you say that you believe in life
Any love you've never lost

Everything keeps changing on me
I can't tell you how i feel
People shift and re-arrange on me
How should i know how what is real?

And it has been shown
You can get broken bones
And it has been proved
There's so much to lose

When we try to live as one
We try to live as one

You ask me where I'd be
And to you I just can't lie
There were only ever two women here
You and the rest have past me by

And yes I'm thinking of you
Can't switch you off at any cost
While I figure out these rules of love
And pretend I've never lost

But I lost from the start
I was kicked back hard
And taken back draft blues
Their flames consume

Where we try and live as one
We try and live as one

I'm not making plans for tomorrow
I'm just figuring it out
You can beg and steal or borrow
Or count me out
See the moment disappearing
And the joke is getting thin
I see my enemy appearing
And I'm him

We try to live as one
We try to live as one
Can we try to live as one
We try to live as one

When you get back, when you get back
Oh...
When you get back, when you get back
Oh...

. . .


If lust and longing were all we knew
And love was kissing on the roofing view
Of the office workers and their camera phones
My heart would pump to let you know
That you could take this song, if it's any good at all
Hide it somewhere when your new love calls
And if he asks if you hear music playing
Tell him it's the rattling of old bolts and chains
That held your heart in
But now you're starting
To forget you ever knew me
And you won't let me in

If lust and longing were all we knew
And you were someone special, and I was too
Would you take this song and put it on your wall
Hide it somewhere when your lover calls
And if he asks if that's music playing,
Tell him that the rattling of old bolts and chains

How it went old so quickly but that was long ago
When you could fall in love with every one you know
And consume the songs like DNA
Cut me open and tell me what they'd say
Pierce my skin with your own elbow
Stake Sebastian can tell you what he knows about that
And how it feels
Oh
Oh, let me in

She says, break the rules now
Talk like you've got nothing to lose
Don't dance with nobody else
And he's drunk at the wheel again
Must be somewhere with a monster smile way too tight
Let me tell you what i know
She's got to leave this alone
Oh
And find a way out of here
She can still make it home

Now we both know longing, how it gets under your skin
But then I saw you making eyes at him
When you can take me over, take it all
Close that distance, smash that door
Beat me up while take my car
One last time before you crawl

But when your lover calls
Under the bed when his bullet falls
If he asks if it's music playing
Tell them that the rattling of old bolts and chains

In the night when you watch it fall
You gotta do now
Is let me in
Let me in
Let me in

She fixing stubs onto her belly
She walks like she's got nothing to lose
Still she just can't look at no-one else
While in the basement their is blood on his knees
Turning to see what she will feel
When everybody has gone home
Let me tell you what i know

He could just leave this alone
And find a way out of here
He could just make it
Her nails in the tongue
She's in a basement crime
She can't give this much of a fuck again
So she'll go to another with dodgy heels on
Dance with him to the beat of this song
Teach him up not be this much at his hopes
And than just another number in this generation kill
Dance, dance, too much time to kill

And if I see her, I'll tell her you said hi

. . .


The bell boy brings you coffee,
There are letters from every shore,
There are flowers of the season,
Heels are capsized by the door.

You're well protected,
Cold as you must be to survive,
But I know somewhere behind your barricade,
There's a love that can be made.

And in my blood
Your ghost is crying living tears
And I can't switch them off
Or turn them down or out.

You are a night flower,
You bloom as I fade
And you drag me in deeper,
Behind your barricade
With the love that can be made,
Behind your barricade.
Yes and how long can I stay?

And this addition of yourself,
You don't believe in anymore.
We'll face the chat show at 8.30
And we'll freeze in the applause.
Who am I to argue?
Here everybody must get paid.
May you bloom forever,
Behind your barricade.

Looking for a love that can be made,
Behind your barricade.
Yes and how long can I stay,
Behind your barricade?
Where true arrows seldom stray

. . .


There's a stillness to the thrashing of despair
There is a calm in the rush of your stare
And I'm now beyond care
Experience being gained, we're back to back

And strain to strain, there is a stillness
Breathes in you and me
Music calls without answer
Where the darkness lies heavy

And the beast has no master
And the spirit no name
And the angels are hushing
And they dance in soft shame

This hysterical house could collapse in the night
And the hinges will buckle
Liars choke on their spike
But the darkness has a hunger
It offers you blood for wild blood

And you be on wondering
Why you're still not good enough
There is a glory in the pitch of your desire
And a calm in my gaze as my feet are retired

Our pulses exchange, we're face to face
Finally higher and wire to wire
Ohh, wire to wire, wire to wire

Signal to satellite, bullet to beast
Frequency is higher, ohh
I'm apart of this illusion, I'm for blues blood
To which new feeling do we go? Wire to wire

. . .


There's a full moon over this ancient town
A clock faced the color of the sky
And every street that we walk down
Belongs to the house where my father died

Where prisoners march in luck step with each other
Reavers test the limit of their reign
Dragging their dead weight from the other
While I claim my place, center stage

I've been thrown by the thrashing of his going
Chained to his unseen stride
I've walked in luck step without knowing
My indifference, my only disguise

Now it comes through me like an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing real inside
And every pulse in my body
Belongs to the house where my father died

Won't catch his spirit in a candle
On or alive in it's guttering glow
And death comes through these streets like a scandal
Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body blow

And in bars and shaded back rooms
Those who can't cope just get high
But every place this drink takes me to
Belongs to the house, where my father died

And there's a full moon over this ancient town
Head lights numb the banner of the sky
Rain rages the steadings and the open ground
And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes

And the valley cannons and thunder
Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky
Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder
And I'm as helpless as a child hiding from life

And the face from my mind is fading
I count the wounds for the very first time
Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning
I'm entering the house where my father died

. . .


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