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альбомы: Broken Record Prayers
Record Prayer
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Comet Gain
альбомы: Broken Record Prayers
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In our pockets, receipts and machines In our estate the lift doesn't work Walking is hard, 'cos here it's meant to be In our flunky fingers, silver rings and sweat From all that worried waiting for things to happen You know they should, if only they would But in our heads, visions of getting beat up in back alleyways Too much mincing about London's schemes devalue its youth It's inside your burning veins I'm in love with the solidarity that we know longer exist The 80's soul boy misunderstood letters All those obscure books and films and 45s Let convictions strengthen love for you, more than you can know In our bones it feels like I'm going cold, physical Am I disappearing from sight? No friends, or lovers, or letters In our hearts a secret Behind phone box language Bugs in the tap 'Cos there are no secrets kept hidden in this big seedy city In our mouths contempt, tops of alcoholic lies dribbling proletarian junk, like a spastic Every year you get a little sadder, a little drunker A little more violent, cynical, waiting for direction or a new discipline In our pants, hard cocks, a ruffian on the stairs Writing dirty words in Archway "So the only reason you play bad guitar is to get a bad reaction All this clone collective band shit hides your boredom, contempt, and no ideas" Our only ambition is just to die Solidarity with other bands is good, we have no ideas In our palms, silver rings to give to young brides Kept safe for now, in our souls important decisions wait Inside creeping out, pushing you forward into an abyss of future uncertainty, of torture, treated cloth Climbing like a monkey to reach the top of stairs, lift broken down Get into the car, (?) under the concrete cement Go home quickly 'cos we have no ideas In discos chatting up girls, dropping gins, slurring stupid words, Nicotine fingers reaching out Go home and listen to your cracking needle records in stained sleeves Put it all into unfocused clarity Estates all over London full of despair and violence Loud radios are settling our nerves We look to get back into tunes and chords We sing and cry all night And in the morning it starts again, and again, and again Makes the guitar snap, all through the pissed-up slumber Your body is getting colder, there's no more purpose Lost, nowhere to go, have they chucked you out of school? Made you walk the parks? I wanted to be a monkey, not end up a cartoon We have no ideas
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