Prologue
To History
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend whose now undercover
He's gone and I'm no deserter
Perhaps I'm hard all the same
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...
So I water my plants with Evian
A brand new Dyson that is decadent
Read my papers and the business section
Checkout the tessas and the pensions
Call my friends and they're alright
So I pray for the safety of the night
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...
Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands
No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land
I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice
But if you look at me you better look twice
I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks
An empty vessel who can't make contact
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue
4 Ever Delayed
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)
Screaming through the galaxy
Trapped in this eternity
Stranded:helpless:endlessly
Alone the lost vigilantes
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
From the city to the sea
Will you all come follow me
To a place where we are free
Not tied to guilt or tied to greed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever betrayed
Forever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever betrayed
Forever delayed
Sorrow 16
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I can't feel no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, huh
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling... in hate
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful
The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers...
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is b e a u t i f u l
B e a u t i f u l
Beautiful
Judge Yr'self
(Nick Jones/Richey Edwards/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Kiss your wounds and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Socialist Serenade
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count - the cripples and the blind
I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched away too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who is the real enemy
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere
Some greater benefit for the people
Ha ha ha ha we all believe in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere
Change your name to new
Forget the fucking Labour
Robin Cooks' gone wild
He's licking too much pussy
John Prescott's still cool
Must be cos he's Welsh
We're not talking buckets of water here
Donkeys
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary
Sweating and sickly
Donkey's don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever
Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire
Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural
Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity
Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies
Comfort Comes
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comfort the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and me till the mourning
Whispered words of sanctuary
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
Forgetting how I hate self pity blonde
Comfort comes and smoothes her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets
Mr. Carbohydrate
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Xenophobia or general disinterest
I must catch up with all this stuff
They call me a boring fuck head
Say I might as well work in a bank
I tell them I wish I was
They tell me that I'm sick in the head
They say that I'm sick in my head
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Have you heard of Matthew Maynard?
He's my favourite cricketer
I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar
Than play with my guitar
People tell me that I should get out more
But the TV is my best friend
Cynisism is the only thing that keeps me sane
The only thing that keeps me sane
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Sometimes I just stay in bed and think about the day
When I can retire, forgetting everything
I'll forget everything
Forget everything
Forever but not today
When I cannot, cannot say
No more yesterdays
No more yesterdays
Dead Trees
And Traffic Islands
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Silence begins to hurt me now
The sunshine it fades away
Syllables have now disappeared
How could this happen to me
How could this happen to me
But now... I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this... is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands
Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished period
Lips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defence
But now... I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this... is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands
Horses Under
Starlight
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire)
[Instrumental]
Sepia
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)
A flamed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you
Stopped in the summer with you
Experience is lost on me
I am melancholia eternally
But I still smile so stupidly
For the 1st time ever
I don't understand my television
And just like the moment
In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film
But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
I keep it all in
I've spoken so much rubbish
Done it in no time at all
Feelings are so fatal in the fall
No you never kissed me
Never felt anything for me
Sepia the stain that I remembered
Unwritten diaries
That can never breathe, never breathe
And just like the moment
In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film
But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
I keep it all in
And just like the moment
In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film
But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
I keep it all in
Sculpture Of
Man
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant
World War Three, a Sega dreamland
I'd take a whore to the funeral
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Jesus descends, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in a burger king
than the British museum today
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
standing over the sodomised body of their mother
would make a beautiful poster in Athena
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Spectators Of
Suicide
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
So the concept is this, basically
We're going to walk on this nation
We're going to walk on this racist power structure
And we're going to say to the whole damn government,
"Stick 'em up, motherfucker,
This is a hold up,
We come for what's ours"
Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from sharp neon barbed wire
Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead
Free heroin shots for those who will no longer beg
Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Spitting glass from our mouths
Dying like yesterday
The only free choice is the refusal to pay
Life reduced to suicidal comforting
Cigarette death, it's suckling
Choked on the same lines that we've all said
Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Spitting glass from our mouths
Dying like yesterday
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
Democracy Coma
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
Condemned, condemned, condemned, condemned, condemned, condemned,
condemned, oh
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
To me the coronation's another auto-da-fe
Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being
I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall
In Walkman sounds hear Sony control
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
Parliament mother of United Nations
Mother of history's dead sun, dead suns
DNA of restriction and law
Death, famine, spectacle and war
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
In Walkman sounds hear Sony control
...and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall...
Strip It Down
(Nicky Wire/Richey James/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed
Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts
Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich
You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate
Strip it down
Bored Out
Of My Mind
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
I'm... I'm feeling too awake
I'm... I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming running for the scream
The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind I'm too stoned lazy to see
The sun... the sun is leaving me
I can't see it anymore
I tried everything to get along with you
The night's too lonesome when the heat doesn't care
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind I'm too stoned lazy to see
Just A Kid
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Afraid of the sun so afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it but don't reach too high
Bewildered but then, then so uncomplicated
All these feelings not fully created
Just a kid amongst the autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Afraid of the sun so afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it but don't reach too high
Hurting and yearning and yet so carefree
Waking and dreaming the world at my feet
Just a kid amongst the autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid amongst the autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Close My Eyes
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed
I'm in control but I am out of time
I lost the need for any desire
Any desire
I had ambition but it slipped away
In holy goodness it is here to stay
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
I close my eyes and then I count to ten
I open them up and I shut them again
Look at the crowd and then forget my part
Back to memory and then back to the start
Back to the start
Back to some familiar song
Back to reality, back to fuck all
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
Close my eyes and then I count to ten
Sign some papers and then they are my friends
Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches
Not even massage can make my body straight
My body straight
Count to ten and pretend I'm home
Just a job I get well paid for
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Valley Boy
(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it's not my own
It's got BBC for comfort zone
But best of all it's got Marks & Spencer
Equality for the masses never felt better
And some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through
And now I've lost the power to speak
And now I've lost the power to eat
Idle and out of touch in Europe
Nothing's gone and nothing's changed
All that was before will still remain
It's too late to learn a new currency
And some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through
We Her Majesty's
Prisoners
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey
James)
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in the frost
(Bow down)
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as her majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust in my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
We Are All
Bourgeois Now
(Malcom Eden/Gary Baker/Timothy Gane/John Williamson)
There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets I made my way
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way
In every town on the way
The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy
But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is
The State he began
Has been propping up people to long
For far to long
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered
To make our way through the world
But we are all bourgeois now
Once there was class war
But not any longer
Because baby we are all bourgeois now
So go out and make your way in the world
We're free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're free to choose
In Booming Britain we all work together
To raise ourselves in the world
Each of us knows someone
Who has done well for themselves
So well for themselves
"Thank you," I said as I left
I'll be on my way, I see how it is
We are all bourgeois now
And somehow I'll raise myself through the world
I'm free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
I'm free to choose
We're all bourgeois now
We're all bourgeois now
We're bourgeois now
Rock 'N' Roll
Music
(Chuck Berry)
Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
I've got no kick against modern jazz
Unless they try to play it too darn fast
And change the beauty of the melody
Until they sound just like a symphony
That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
I took my loved one over cross the tracks
So she can hear my man await a sax
I must admit they have a rockin' band
Man they were going like a hurricane
That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old way you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Way down South they gave a jubilee
The jockey folks they had a jamboree
They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup
The folks dancin' got all shook up
And started playin' that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Don't care to hear 'em play a tango
I'm in the mood to dig a mambo
It's way to early for a congo
So keep a-rockin' that piano
So I can get some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
It's So Easy
(W. Axl Rose/Slash/Izzy Stradlin'/Duff "Rose" McKagan/Steven
Adler/West Arkeen)
I see your sister in her Sunday dress
She's out to please
She pouts her best
She's out to take
No need to try
She's ready to make
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
Cars are crashin' every night
I drink n' drive everything's in sight
I make the fire
But I miss the firefight
I hit the bull's eye every night
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
I see you standin'
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
Fuck off
Ya get nothin' for nothin'
If that's what ya do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do
And I'm bored
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So come with me
Don't ask me where 'cause I don't know
I'll try ta please you
I ain't got no money but it goes to show
It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy
Take The Skinheads
Bowling
(David Lowery/Victor H. Krummenacher/Chris Molla/Jonathan
Segel/Greg Lisher)
Every day, I get up and pray for John
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes
(Got big lanes, got big lanes)
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same
(Look the same, look the same)
There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with
anything
(Anything, anything)
Last night I had a dream, but I forget what it was
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
I had a dream last night about you, my friend
I had a dream last night I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream last night I wanted to lick your knees
I had a dream - it was about nothing
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Been A Son
- Evening Session 7 April 1999
(Kurt Cobain/Chris Novoselic)
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn our crown of thorns
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn a crown of thorns
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
She should have been - been a son
Out Of Time
(Mick Jagger/Keith Richards)
You don't know what's going on,
You've been away for far too long;
You can't come back and think you are still mine.
You're out of touch my baby,
My poor old-fashioned baby,
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Well baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Yes, you are left out;
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby you're out of time
You thought you were a clever girl giving up your social
whirl;
But you can't come back and be the first in line.
You're obsolete, my baby, my poor old-fashioned baby,
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Well baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Yes, you are left out;
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby you're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Yes, you are left out;
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby you're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
Yes, you are left out;
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby you're out of...
Raindrops
Keep Falling On My Head - (Live Acoustic Version)
(Hal David/Burt Bacharach)
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
Oh, 'cause I ain't gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Cause I just done me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Oh raindrops keep fallin' on my head
Keep a-fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me,
to greet, greet, greet, greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Oh, 'cause I ain't gonna stop the rain
Can't remember the words to save my fucking life
Because I'm free, nothin's botherin' me
Because I'm free, nothin's botherin' me
Because I'm free, nothin's botherin' me
Because I'm free, nothin's botherin' me
Ah fuck it
Bright Eyes
(Live Version)
(Mike Batt)
A little homemade Christmas card
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down the stream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog on the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody knows where you can go
Or what does it mean
Oh, oh is it a dream
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale?
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching over the hill
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody knows where you can go
And where do you start
Oh oh, into the dark
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly grow so pale
Bright eyes
Train In Vain
(Live)
(Mick Jones/Joe Strummer)
This is called "Train In Vain"
You say you stand by your man
So tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
Then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well some things you can explain away
But this heartache still remains this day
Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way
All the times
When we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I can't be happy without you 'round
So alone I keep the wolves at bay
And there is only one thing I can say
Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me
Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
But you don't seem to see my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do
Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way
Wrote For Luck
(Ryder/Ryder/Day/Whelan/Davis)
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
You can try but you can't chain me
I can sit and stand and beg and roll over
I don't read
I just guess
There's more than one sign
and it's getting less
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
And when you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
'cos you're not made of cheese
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to crack
You keep on piling out
Now put 'm back
What's My Name
(Joe Strummer/Mick Jones/Keith Levine)
What the hell is wrong with me? oh oh
I'm not who I supposed to be, oh oh
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
I tried to join a ping-pong club, oh oh
Sign outside said "all full up", oh oh
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
Here we are in Cambridge now
Are we gonna indulge in the usual clichés
Of dumb class scum, dumb class war?
Yes, for money!
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
With a celloid strip - are you sleeping tight?
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
Naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
Velocity Girl
(Robert Gillespie/James Beattie)
Here she comes again,
With vodka in her veins,
Been playing with the spike,
She couldn't get it right,
Splendour in silver dress
Velocity possess
The world was hers and then
It fell apart again
I don't need anyone to help me
Don't want anyone at all
Because my so called friends have left me
And now I don't care at all
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Can't Take
My Eyes Of You
(Bob Crewe/Robert Gaudio)
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
Darling you feel like I feel
And I don't have to know if it's real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you
Didn't My
Lord Deliver Daniel
(Traditional)
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
He delivered Daniel from the lion's den
And Jonah from the belly of the whale
And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
Why not every man?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
The moon runs down in a purple stream
And the sun refuse to shine
And every star did disappear
Yes, freedom shall be mine!
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
Last Christmas
(George Michael)
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away
This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away
This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten but twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
Happy Christmas
I wrapped it up and send it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away
This year to stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
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