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This is a modern world
This is the modern world
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
You think I know nothing of the modern world
All my life has been the same
I've learned to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
That one day I would be on top
And I'd look down upon the map
The teachers who said I'd be nothing
This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong
Say what you like 'cause I don't care
I know where I am and going too
It's somewhere I won't preview
Don't have to explain myself to you
I don't give two fucks about your review
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London traffic (state of confusion)
London traffic (blocking the streets)
London traffic (going nowhere)
London traffic (polluting the air)
Drive round London in a car
Don't really want to go far
So many cars fill the streets
Wonder why we bother at all
London traffic is a problem
London traffic too many cars
One way systems look very neat
Coloured signs direct the streets
No one knows the answer
No one seems to care
Take a look at our city
Take the traffic elsewhere
Leave the city free from traffic
Give the place a chance to survive
Dirt and filth cover London
Give it a chance to breath again
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Oh we make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans -
'Cause we'll outlaw your voices, do anything we want
We've nothing to fear from the nation
We'll throw you out of your houses if you get too much
If we have to we'll destroy your generation
'Cause we've built up a frontage and we've gained respect
There's no one to endanger our position -
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
And we don't like people who stand in our way
Awareness is gonna be redundant
And ignorance is strength, we have God on our side
Look, you know what happend to Winston
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Looking from a hilltop
Watching from a lighthouse, just dreaming
Up here I can see the world
Sometimes it don't look nice
But that's OK
Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Observing everything around you
Staring at a grey sky
Trying to paint it blue
Teenage blue
Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everyone around you
Some people that you see around you
Tell you how devoted they are
They tell you something new on Sunday, but come Monday
They've changed their minds
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the post office tower
So I can see
All there is to see
Life from a window
I'm taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everything around you
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the post pffice tower
So I can see
All there is to see
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And life is very different, when you're in a crowd
When you're in a crowd, you see things as they really are
The smell the fear and hate, generated by all around -
I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong
I wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says I can't
See life is very difficult, when you're in a crowd
Sometimes in the night, I wish I was faraway
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do
Look, life is very intricate, when you're in a crowd
Life becomes the movies
And everyone has a role
It's easy being the actors
When the combine's the only star -
Sunday papers
And the dailies
Ena Sharples
Page 3 girls
News at ten
War in Rhodesia
Far away
In a distant land
But we're alright
We're nice and warm here
No one to hurt us
Except ourselves
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A boy I know is sick in his head
At least that's what the doctors say he is
Shut in his room for hours on end
Looks like he's forgotten, but is he
His mind it ticks, more than you know
One day something in his head will click
Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows
They'll never convince him that he's mad!
At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won't go far)
Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room
Don't tell them you're sane
They'll laugh and put you to sleep
Don't tell them you're sane, but you are
Tell me what you did today, was it good
What was it like and who was it with
Don't think I'm prying I'd just like to know
Why it is you do things so slow
Take him to the doctor, see what he says
I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good
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In the street today
Murder on the terraces
And fools in high places
It's all so sickening
And we're so satisfied
In the street tonight
Hate on every pavement
Paranoia on shop doorways
The kids want some action
And who can fucking blame them now
It's all so sickening
And we're so satisfied
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Do you know what you're looking for?
Streets of gold, fame and fortune?
You didn't fancy working in a factory
But your mum and dad didn't agree
You slept on Waterloo station at first
But now you've moved to a posher squat
You wonder where your next meal will come from
Still it's better than living at home
You're looking tired 'cause it's been three weeks
Since you changed your clothes or washed your feet
But you're learning fast all the time
How to cadge cigarettes and pills
I don't condemn what you done
I know what it is to be young
You're only searching for today
To see the answers about yesterday
And I hope you find
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I need you to keep me straight
When the world don't seem so great
And it's hard enough you know
I need you to be around
When my conscience brings me down
And the world feels so obscure
I want you to be the one
Who tells me off when I do wrong
And you know I can be bad
I need you, I need you
Say you'll stay, make my day
Now what have I done,
Was it something I said
Oh dear
I need you to turn me off
When you think I've said enough
To the extent of being a bore
I need you to tell me no
Slap my wrists and send me home
Tell me I can't come again
Now why are you crying
Have I gone too far again
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If we tell you that you've got two days to live
Then don't complain, 'cos that's one more than you'd get in Zaire
So don't hang around and be foolish
Do something constructive with your weekend
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap
'Cause tonight I get ready early
Score what I need and go pick a girl up
It seems like ages since we had some fun
Here comes the weekend - I get to see the girls
Long live the weekend, the weekend is here
(The weekend starts here)
Everything feels right now
I know why I'm alive now
Everything else is a lie now
Now I know why I'm here
Here comes the weekend
I'm gonna do my head
Long live the weekend
The weekend is dead
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Tonight at noon, tonight at noon
When we meet in the midnight hour,
I will bring you night flowers (coloured)
Like your eyes
Tonight at noon, I'll touch your hand
Held for a moment amongst strangers
Amongst the dripping trees
Country girl
Walking in city squares in winter rain -
Walking down muddy lanes or empty streets -
Arranging a time and place to meet -
Tonight at noon, you'll feel my warmth
You'll feel my body inside you
We'll be together for hours
Time and tears -
Won't wait for evermore
For the time is now -
And now is the time to explore
Why waste the world outside
When you're sure
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I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
I'm gonna wait 'til the stars come out
And see the sweet look in your eyes
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love begins to shine
Well you're the only girl I know
Who really loves me so
Midnight hour, oh yeah
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
Yes I am
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This is a modern world
This is the modern world
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
You think I know nothing of the modern world
All my life has been the same
I've learned to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
That one day I would be on top
And I'd look down upon the map
The teachers who said I'd be nothing
This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong
Say what you like 'cause I don't care
I know where I am and going too
It's somewhere I won't preview
Don't have to explain myself to you
I don't give two fucks about your review
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Oi!
All over the country
(We want a new direction)
I said all over this land
(We need a reaction)
Well there should be a youth explosion
(Inflate creation)
But something we can command
What's the point in saying destroy
I want a new life for everywhere
We want a direction
(All over the country)
I want a direction
(All over this land)
Because this is your last chance
You can't dismiss what is gone before
But there's foundations for us to explore
I said -
All around the world I've been looking for new -
Youth explosion!
A new direction -
We want a reaction -
Inflate creation -
Looking for new!
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I need you to keep me straight
When the world don't seem so great
And it's hard enough you know
I need you to be around
When my conscience brings me down
And the world feels so obscure
I want you to be the one
Who tells me off when I do wrong
And you know I can be bad
I need you, I need you
Say you'll stay, make my day
Now what have I done,
Was it something I said
Oh dear
I need you to turn me off
When you think I've said enough
To the extent of being a bore
I need you to tell me no
Slap my wrists and send me home
Tell me I can't come again
Now why are you crying
Have I gone too far again
. . .
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London traffic (state of confusion)
London traffic (blocking the streets)
London traffic (going nowhere)
London traffic (polluting the air)
Drive round London in a car
Don't really want to go far
So many cars fill the streets
Wonder why we bother at all
London traffic is a problem
London traffic too many cars
One way systems look very neat
Coloured signs direct the streets
No one knows the answer
No one seems to care
Take a look at our city
Take the traffic elsewhere
Leave the city free from traffic
Give the place a chance to survive
Dirt and filth cover London
Give it a chance to breath again
. . .
|
|
Oh we make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans -
'Cause we'll outlaw your voices, do anything we want
We've nothing to fear from the nation
We'll throw you out of your houses if you get too much
If we have to we'll destroy your generation
'Cause we've built up a frontage and we've gained respect
There's no one to endanger our position -
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
Standards rule OK
And we don't like people who stand in our way
Awareness is gonna be redundant
And ignorance is strength, we have God on our side
Look, you know what happend to Winston
. . .
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|
Looking from a hilltop
Watching from a lighthouse, just dreaming
Up here I can see the world
Sometimes it don't look nice
But that's OK
Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Observing everything around you
Staring at a grey sky
Trying to paint it blue
Teenage blue
Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everyone around you
Some people that you see around you
Tell you how devoted they are
They tell you something new on Sunday, but come Monday
They've changed their minds
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the post office tower
So I can see
All there is to see
Life from a window
I'm taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everything around you
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the post pffice tower
So I can see
All there is to see
. . .
|
|
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
I'm gonna wait 'til the stars come out
And see the sweet look in your eyes
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love begins to shine
Well you're the only girl I know
Who really loves me so
Midnight hour, oh yeah
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
Yes I am
. . .
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In the street today
Murder on the terraces
And fools in high places
It's all so sickening
And we're so satisfied
In the street tonight
Hate on every pavement
Paranoia on shop doorways
The kids want some action
And who can fucking blame them now
It's all so sickening
And we're so satisfied
. . .
|
|
Do you know what you're looking for?
Streets of gold, fame and fortune?
You didn't fancy working in a factory
But your mum and dad didn't agree
You slept on Waterloo station at first
But now you've moved to a posher squat
You wonder where your next meal will come from
Still it's better than living at home
You're looking tired 'cause it's been three weeks
Since you changed your clothes or washed your feet
But you're learning fast all the time
How to cadge cigarettes and pills
I don't condemn what you done
I know what it is to be young
You're only searching for today
To see the answers about yesterday
And I hope you find
. . .
|
|
If we tell you that you've got two days to live
Then don't complain, 'cos that's one more than you'd get in Zaire
So don't hang around and be foolish
Do something constructive with your weekend
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap
'Cause tonight I get ready early
Score what I need and go pick a girl up
It seems like ages since we had some fun
Here comes the weekend - I get to see the girls
Long live the weekend, the weekend is here
(The weekend starts here)
Everything feels right now
I know why I'm alive now
Everything else is a lie now
Now I know why I'm here
Here comes the weekend
I'm gonna do my head
Long live the weekend
The weekend is dead
. . .
|
|
And life is very different, when you're in a crowd
When you're in a crowd, you see things as they really are
The smell the fear and hate, generated by all around -
I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong
I wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says I can't
See life is very difficult, when you're in a crowd
Sometimes in the night, I wish I was faraway
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do
Look, life is very intricate, when you're in a crowd
Life becomes the movies
And everyone has a role
It's easy being the actors
When the combine's the only star -
Sunday papers
And the dailies
Ena Sharples
Page 3 girls
News at ten
War in Rhodesia
Far away
In a distant land
But we're alright
We're nice and warm here
No one to hurt us
Except ourselves
. . .
|
|
Tonight at noon, tonight at noon
When we meet in the midnight hour,
I will bring you night flowers (coloured)
Like your eyes
Tonight at noon, I'll touch your hand
Held for a moment amongst strangers
Amongst the dripping trees
Country girl
Walking in city squares in winter rain -
Walking down muddy lanes or empty streets -
Arranging a time and place to meet -
Tonight at noon, you'll feel my warmth
You'll feel my body inside you
We'll be together for hours
Time and tears -
Won't wait for evermore
For the time is now -
And now is the time to explore
Why waste the world outside
When you're sure
. . .
|
|
A boy I know is sick in his head
At least that's what the doctors say he is
Shut in his room for hours on end
Looks like he's forgotten, but is he
His mind it ticks, more than you know
One day something in his head will click
Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows
They'll never convince him that he's mad!
At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won't go far)
Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room
Don't tell them you're sane
They'll laugh and put you to sleep
Don't tell them you're sane, but you are
Tell me what you did today, was it good
What was it like and who was it with
Don't think I'm prying I'd just like to know
Why it is you do things so slow
Take him to the doctor, see what he says
I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good
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