Cover di Everything Must Go

Everything Must Go
Album - 20 maggio 1996 - Debaser id 19650

di Manic Street Preachers

20Ft. high on Blackpool promenade
Fake royalty second hand sequin facade
Limited face paint and dyed black quiff
Overweight and out of date x2

Oh Well

American triolgy in lancashire pottery x2
Is so fucking funny. Don't you know x2

All American triolgy in used up cars and bottled beer
All American triolgy the futures dead, fundamentally
It's so fucking funny, it's absurd x2

20Ft high on Blackpool promenade
Il tuo voto:
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for...
Il tuo voto:
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
Bang bang club AK 47 hour

Kevin Carter

Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Vulture stalked white piped lie forever
Wasted your life in black and white

Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter

Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter

The elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head
Machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever
Click click click click click
Click himself under

Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Il tuo voto:
Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything

Freed from the memory
Escape from our history, history

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

I look to the future it makes me cry
But it seems too real to tell you why

Freed from the century
With nothing but memory, memory

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation, -nation
Then everything must go
Il tuo voto:
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in it's nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mother crawl
Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see trough it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy
Il tuo voto:
Conscience binds you in chains
Trail by stone hammer and nails
No- one made the holes but me
Misery mourns to be devoured

Killed God blood soiled unclean again
Killed God soiled skin dead again
Again everywhere again

All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always

Never grown preserved gently
A bronze moth dies easily
Unknown to others weak to me
Broken hands never ending

Aimless rut of my own perception
Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
For voices to tell me

All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
Il tuo voto:
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow
I think I'll take another pill

Praying for the wave to come now
It must be for the fifteenth time
I've been here for much too long
This is the past that's mine

I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia

Praying for the wave to come now
It must be for the very last time
It's twelve o'clock till midnight
There must be someone to blame

I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia

Australia, in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia
In Australia
In Australia
Il tuo voto:
The further away i get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else for everyone else

The happier i am when i'm with you
The harder it gets when i am alone, when i am alone

The harder i try to learn something from you
Further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away

The stiller the oxygen the harderyou breathe
The draining away just like an old mans dream
Just like an old mans dream

The simpler the answer the harder it can get
The circular landscape comes back only with regret
Only with regret

The more estranged i feel from my youth further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Il tuo voto:
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies

It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may have worked but at what price
What's the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk

It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming

Maybe richer maybe wiser
Seems so easy to not go too far
Beg me to stop hate my face I know
Tell me forever just to go

Just one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No not blood just liquid from you
I only wish it was the truth

Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter

It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Il tuo voto:
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