What lyrics are you listening to now?

[rollinder]

I've got a little girl, though I know it won't be long
Before she finds another boy who will sit her by the fireplace
And sing her a song
It feels like there's no safe place
In a world that's come apart
And the deafening sound of a bursting bubble
Wakes you up with a start
Is there nowhere that is safe
Why can't we change the rules so I win
All I need is an escape
A temporary place to hide
When she's coming in the door when she's walking out the door
hard to tell which is worse
That false feeling of relief when she comes in
Or the empty feeling when she's gone
And every night on the streets the forces of darkness
Score another victory
And I stand with the timid waiting for the devil
To make a martyr of me
[chorus]
Fold up the tents and load up the trucks
'cause it's time to move on
If we only knew where to go
I hope that we'd already be gone
And even when we're lying together, I make sure she falls asleep first
It seems when things are at their best, my mind starts to wander
to things at their worst
So do I fall asleep and dream of a peace that never will come
Or do I roll over and let her break the glass around my heart
And set off the alarm
[chorus]

 

[Silva]

Walk in silence
Don't walk away in silence
See the danger - always danger
Endless talking - life rebuilding
Don't walk away

Walk in silence
Don't turn away in silence
Your confusion - my illusion
Worn like a mask of self-hate
Confronts and then dies
Don't walk away

People like you find it easy
Naked to see - walking on air
Hunting by the rivers
Through the streets, every corner
Abandoned too soon
Set down with due care
Don't walk away - in silence
Don't walk away

 

[Rainingstairs]

I'm through with standin' in line
at clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
this life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
--(Yea, So what you need)--

I need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
--(Been there done that)--

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up here
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
--(I'll have the quesadilla, ha-ha,)--

I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion


Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, Oh Yeah!! well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip --sync-- 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in Hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, Oh Yeah!! well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

 

[rollinder]

So you've been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Bragging that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son
What you need, my son

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
Need a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc....

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul

POL POT!

 

[rollinder]

i believe in homicide i rest my case,
don't cast a sigh you'd better believe it,
that's the truth of it take it or leave it, resign to it homicide,
homicide, homicide, homicide
no one cares when someone lies they'd rather say that it's a red alert
you'd better believe it,
that's the truth of it take it or leave it,
resign to it homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide homicide, homicide
homicide, homicide
you try to tell me it's his fault because he's down
and let him lose this homicide all over town
i'll take enough but i'll take it down what's your address,
i'll write it down i'll be in touch
so don't leave town in a big black car
(solo) homicide, homicide, homicide i believe in homicide
i rest my case, don't cast a sigh you'd better believe it,
that's the truth of it, take it or leave it,
resign to it homicide, homicide, homicide ,homicide homicide, homicide
, homicide ,homicide homicide, homicide, homicide ,homicide homi,
homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi homi, homi, homi, homi,
homi, homi, homi, homi homicide

 

[foamy]

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust, I'm blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze on my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means
Jolene
Ah, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene
Been so long since I seen your face
or felt a part of this human race
I've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means
Jolene
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene

 

[rollinder]

CHORUS
Hey! Celebrity! TV bore!
What have you done to be famous for?
Hey! Celebrity! Tabloid whore!
What do people need you for........?

Once again the headlines shout
I don't know what they're on about
I've got my own life, don't need yours
Use TV for the teletext scores
Why do they need you, what do they see?
I don't need you, I'm happy with me
Millions and millions of women and men
Watching you again and again
Talking 'bout you, again and again
Living through you, again and again.....

CHORUS

Brain dead TV soap, Big Brother
Shepherds for the sheep one way or the other
Celebrity diets, celebrity dress
Celebrity trivia, celebrity press
One day one of you said to me
'Hey, Attila, that's what you want to be
All your talk's just jealousy
You just wanna be like me
You just wanna live like me
Wanna be famous just like me
Wanna be famous just like me.....'

CHORUS

Why do they all want this stuff?
Why aren't their own lives more than enough?
We've so much to see and do
We've no time to waste on you....
Hardly ever watch TV
Read the news most selectively
You're on telly, in the tabloids too
We're not interested in you!
We're not interested in you!
We're not interested in you!
We're not interested in you.!....

CHORUS

 

[Iam]

"A Toast for the Times"

Four years was a three day getaway
An exercise in passing time
I could write this all from memory
You haven’t changed and neither have I

I cant remember if you told me
To leave your name out of these songs
But here I am again wondering
Just what you've become

If I’m the one who's changed
Then you have stayed the same
The old verses and pre-choruses
Are all that remains

(Woah)
This is what I want
(Woah)
Paint over the walls
(Woah)
Bleed you through my skin
(Woah)
Collect the blood and send it back

I haven’t called you out
So much as I documented failures
And the way life’s disappointments
Lead to self destructed behaviors

So here’s your last chance to tell your friends
If I’m your sense of closure
As time stood still

(Woah)
This is what I want
(Woah)
Paint over the walls
(Woah)
Bleed you through my skin
(Woah)
Collect the blood and send it back

My friends say you enjoy being the one
Who finally broke me
So, lets raise our glasses to
Another year of consistency

With the same four chords to match
Your selfish personality
We’ve been here before

(Woah)
This is what I want
(Woah)
Paint over the walls
(Woah)
Bleed you through my skin
(Woah)
Collect the blood and send it back
Send it back
Send it back

Hear this song
The one about what went wrong…

 

[Iam]

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
The face is blank but the gears are turning.
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out.
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

There's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling.
My body's moving forward but my mind is reeling.
Depression is a fundamental state of being.
It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out.
I always end up living in this world of doubt

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity will make you strong
If you believe in sanity.

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

 

[rollinder]

I've been going out with a girl
Her name is Julie
But last night she said to me
When we were watching telly
(this is what she said...)
She said "listen John I love you
But there's this bloke I fancy
I don't want to two time you
So it's the end for you and me."
"Who's this bloke?" I asked her
"Gordon", she replied
"Not THAT puff!", I said dismayed
"Yes, but he's no puff!" she cried - "he's more a man than you'll ever be..."

Here we go, two three four

I was so upset that I cried all the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him
Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me
Oh, she is cruel and heartless
To pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy

But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron

Here we go, two three four

She's a slag, and he's a creep
She is a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair

I'm so upset

Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair...
She's a slag, and he's a creep
She is a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff...

 

[rollinder]

I know it's out of fashion
And a trifle uncool
But I can't help it
I'm a romantic fool
It's a habit of mine
To watch the sun go down
On Echo beach, I watch the sun go down

From nine till five I have to spend my time at work
The job is very boring, I'm an office clerk
The only thing that helps pass the time away
Is knowing I'll be back at Echo Beach some day

On a silent summer evening
The sky's alive with light
Building in the distance
Surrealistic sight
On Echo Beach
Waves make the only sound
On Echo Beach
There's not a soul around

From nine till five I have to spend my time at work
The job is very boring, I'm an office clerk
The only thing that helps pass the time away
Is knowing I'll be back at Echo Beach some day

Echo Beach
Far away in time
Echo Beach
Far away in time

 

[milesy]

Tarzan and Jane were wingin' on a vine"
Candyman, Candyman
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

Ooo yeah..

He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
the gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline

He's a one stop shop, make my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

Se bop bop
Hey yeah
...

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man oh
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

Woo yeah

Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot
He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come to boys who wait

Candy man can...
Candy man Candy man
Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine
Candy man, candy man

Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, got me hot, making my uh pop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]

He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait

He's a one stop shop with a real big egh
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman [x3]

Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine [x2]
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine [x2]
Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell [x2]
Squared herself away as she let out a yell [x2]

 

[rollinder]

I was crawling through a festival way out west
i was thinking about love and the acid test
but first i got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang
then i saw the coma girl, and the excitement gang

and the rain came in from the wide blue yonder
through all the stages, i wandered

oh coma girl, and the excitment gang
mona lisa, on a motorcylce gang
coma girl, coma girl

The coma girl was beating with the oil drum gang
some fast food fanatic was burning down a burger van
somebody was waling off their head
oh!
Nobody was rippin the teen scene dead

and the rain, came in from the wide blue yonder
i thought you and me might wander...

oh coma girl, and the excitement gang
mona lisa, on a motorcycle gang
coma girl, coma girl, on a motorcycle gang


And then the nineteenth hour was falling upon desolation row
some outlaw band, had the last drop on the go
lets siphon up some gas!! lets get this show on the road!!
said the coma girl, to the excitement gang
Into action , everybody sprang
and the oil drums were beating out, doolang, doolang

coma girl and the excitment gang
mona lisa on a motorcycle gang

 

[rollinder]

Once I got to the mountain top, tell you what I could see,
Prairie full of lost souls running from the priests of iniquity
Where the hell was Elijah?
What do you do when the prophecy game was through?

We gotta take the walls of Jericho
Put your lips together and blow
To the very top
They say the truth crystallizes like jewels in the rock, in the rock

Get Down Moses - part another sea
Carve another tablet out of L.S.D.
Get Down Moses - out in Tennessee
Get Down Moses - down in the street
The blood is washing down all the gravel to our feet
Get Down Moses - down in the pit

Lying in a dream, cross battle field,
Crashing on a downtown strip,
Looking in the eyes of the diamonds and the spies and the hip
Who's sponsoring the crack ghetto?
Who's lecturing? Who's in the know and in the don't know?

You better take the walls of Jericho
Put your lips together and blow
Goin' to the very top
Where the truth crystallizes like jewels, in the rock, in the rock

Get Down Moses - from the eagle's aerie
We gotta to make new friends out of old enemies
Get Down Moses - back in Tennessee
Get Down Moses - down with the dreads
They got a lotta reasoning in a dreadhead
Get Down Moses - down in the street
Get Down Moses

Get Down Moses - part another sea
Carve another tablet out of L.S.D.
Get Down Moses - out in Tennessee
Get Down Moses - down in the street
The blood is washing down all the gravel to our feet
Get Down Moses - down in the pit
Get Down Moses

Get Down Moses

Get Down Moses
We need to eat, we gotta chew it over with our wisdom teeth
Get Down Moses

 

[northernhord]

here in this vortex my true self begins to show
where phantoms pass me by what secrets do they hold?
flesh torn upon the wheels of human frailty
part of me was fascinated by the cruelty
running from the madness running from this mirror of how i feel
a dream is just a shadow of something that i found real
black moon bad sleep - another side of me
black moon bad dreams - another side of me
in the temples i am kneeling fearing god
in the cinemas they are baying for some blood
horror began to dawn as fear played its part
the fear that cancels out the love that's in our heart
all the hurt we felt repeated down the line
the pain inflicted was the pain that we designed
i try escaping from the person that i am
here is the endless cycle break it if you can
black moon bad dreams - another side of me
black moon bad sleep - another side of me

 

[apie2004]

She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
we're empty playin'

Yeah!

Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey yeah, been thinkin'of your life
Hey yeah, like a desert monkey
Hey yeah, We go down inside

Like a creep or solar center
Ooh, a dirty little sister
Wow, I'm gonna kill it
I'm gonna kill it, damn (dead?)

Freak out and feed the gods
Do you know what it means to feel like god?
Creep on the wheels of love,
Do you know what it means to feel like god?

Hey hey yeah, like your hands on my back and
Hey hey yeah, be a bigman or bleed
Hey hey yeah, like a days last moment
Hey hey yeah, give me what I, I need

To suckup and give out
Ooh, a dark creep lover
I'm gonna kill it
I'm gonna kill it yeah

Freak out and feed the gods
Do you know what it means to feel like god?
Creep on the wheels of love,
Do you know what it means to feel like god?

Yeah,
Get a load of this
Gonna get away
One hell beast shot over me
Yeah,
In another life
Gonna break you
down, smash all over me
Yeah, gonna bleed from life
A Shrapnel wound
I wasn't made to suffer, huh!
Shootin' on the run
Gonna wreck 'em
Yo, you can't just dump 'em

Freak out and feed the gods
Do you know what it means to feel like god?
Creep on the wheels of love,
Do you know what it means to feel like god?

Hey yeah, It's alone in my head
Hey yeah, and I think of the past
Hey yeah, I'm a dirty mouth
Hey yeah, because I'm alive and...

Yeah, I'm only people's sole assassin
Ooh, a dirty little witch
I'm gonna kill it,
I'm gonna kill it, yeah.

 

[dynamicbaddog]

Picture this 2.30 on the hottest night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wife’s thighs as he does up his flies
He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair behind the 2 cups and an old copy of marie claire
He switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dream
catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen
And It’s a face he knows well although it should look less abused
With all these moisturisers and the skin products he’s used
As he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine flooring that’s plastic but looks real
Past the plasma with the widescreen and the cinema surround sound
And he stops on his favourite spot by the window and looks down
On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waiting safely in the dark

Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
And if you could you’ll take it back
But you lose your way in the way you live

Now he can hear wind chimes tinkling out on the balcony
And his phone beeping out a text message in the same key
He checks it and it’s Jill who used to be his secretary
Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary is getting weary of his lies
Like she’s read the whole sordid story in his eyes
It doesn’t help that Jill’s now saying that she’s 2 weeks late
His mental state is really starting to deteriorate
He never knew how he got so out of his depth
Or why he’s broken more than all these promises kept
And it’s been ages since he slept
Properly, his sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity
Trying to recapture the rapture that he used to get from his material possessions
And endless retail therapy sessions
Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died
The best things in life are the ones you can’t buy son

Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
Wish you could buy a ticket back
But you lose your way in the way you live

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls with the over-painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes

Aah aah
Aah aah aaahh

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls with the over-painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes

Aah aah
Aah aah aaah

 

[Tank Girl]

Abacateiro acataremos teu ato
Nós também somos do mato como o pato e o leão
Aguardaremos brincaremos no regato
Até que nos tragam frutos teu amor, teu coração
Abacateiro teu recolhimento é justamente
O significado da palavra temporão
Enquanto o tempo não trouxer teu abacate
Amanhecerá tomate e anoitecerá mamão
Abacateiro sabes ao que estou me referindo
Porque todo tamarindo tem o seu agosto azedo
Cedo, antes que o janeiro doce manga venha ser também
Abacateiro serás meu parceiro solitário
Nesse itinerário da leveza pelo ar
Abacateiro saiba que na refazenda
Tu me ensina a fazer renda que eu te ensino a namorar
Refazendo tudo
Refazenda

 

[rollinder]

Turn up the Faders
Light strikes the suburbs in the summer,
Water trickles and runs down the faces of children,
Laughter echoes rising
As they slip between the sprinklers.
Faces eager for no reason,
Is it the season, is that it?
This used to be enough for me but now it isn't,
I need some different entertainment.

So we take the A-Train into the city,
Stick seats shake at the station,
Pretty women's footsteps drag them disappearing,
From the cave of the tunnel dragon,
Into the open high-rises, skyscrapers,
Street urchins come to siege us,
Corner preachers carry Jesus,
Like he carried the cross, toss leaflets.
All this misdirected lust,
All these, all these, all these people,
As dusk turns into evening,
We just get funneled to the clubs.

So come on turn up the faders,
Sooner or later bring the beat in,
I need it, I wanna feel lit,
Like a fetus feels the heartbeat
Of his mother when he's sleeping,
Beating constantly,
You are encouraged to dance emphatically,
Manically, even desperately,
Cause who knows where this is heading?
I'm in the backroom, drunk,
The stars cut chunks out of the darkness.
It's a portrait of the young artist,
As another target market,
Playing dumb in the club,
And using liquor as a tourniquet,
Lets succumb to our desires,
Or we'll become just like our fathers,
Bang into each other
Until the lights smother us
And we go under.

Outside is a storm, it feels like a set,
It feels so unreal.

Turn up the faders,
Sooner or later bring the beat in,
I need it, I wanna feel it,
I'm in the bathroom, drunk,
The months cut chunks out of the summer,
Days get longer, minutes get faster,
I get older, the weather gets colder,
They might sleep out in the suburbs,
But not here, not here,
Come on turn up the faders,
Sooner or later bring the beat in,
I need it, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it.

All my friends hold their glasses,
Roses by the stem,
Lean in like trees blown by wind in a garden,
Fall and play jester, at the feet of dark-eyed women,
Whose every hidden glance,
Holds a chance at new beginnings,
Here's to all the new beginnings,
We never got back from.
Never go home,
Never go home,
Never go home alone.

 

[rollinder]

This Is England

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
Her voice spoke so cold it matched weapon in her palm

This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel

time on his hands
the freezing mohawk strolls
He won't go for the carrots
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, a far off, he can't go home

This is England
What we're supposed to die for (pos "what I'm supposed to die for")
This is England
we're never gonna cry no more

Black shadow of a Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I'm walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed
I see no glory
When will we be free

This is England
We can chain you to the rail
This is England
We can kill you in a jail

These (or Hear?) british boots go kick
bengali in the head
police sit watching
newspapers being (been?) read
all deaf to protests
and after the attacker fled
out come the batons and
the biggest one then said:

This is England
The land of illegal dances
This is England
Land of one thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
This is England
This is England

 

[rollinder]

some afro-cuban be-bop some snazzy clothes
I am a man to remember not to take no overdose
Life's finest things of New York and fancy drinks(?)

Give me some afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock
Looking for some partner around the world and 'round the block
with Love writ on the handle and all the tires look good
and she's made of Detroit metal and you know you should

Some Afro-cuban be-bop some snazzy clothes
I a man to remember not to take no overdose
Life's finest thing of New York and fancy drinks (dreams?)

Oh afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock
Looking for that partner around the world and 'round the block
Love writ on the handle and all the tires look good
She's ? of Detroit metal, spin it you know you should

Afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock
Looking for that partner round the world and 'round the block

Afro-cuban be-bop some snazzy clothes
I am a man to remember not to take no overdose
of Life's finest things of New York and fancy dreams

Oh some afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock
Looking for that partner around the world and 'round the block
Love writ on the handle and all the tires look good
She's made of Detroit metal and then you know you should

Afro-cuban be-bop around the world and 'round the block
Afro cuban be-bop around the world and 'round the block
Oh love written on the handle and all the tires look good
She's made of Detroit metal and then you know you should

Afro-cuban be-bop around the world and 'round the block
Afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock
Afro-cuban be-bop around the world and 'round the block
Afro-cuban be-bop the house just wants to rock

 

[rollinder]

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
Of this once proud nation
Can you sense the fear and the hatred
Grwoing in the hearts of its population

And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
by the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
and hypnotised by the satellites
Into believing what is good and what is right

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run?

Andif they send in the special police
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace

Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
when they tell us justice is being done
and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

 

[rollinder]

I am the wilderness locked in a cage
I am a growing force you kept in place
I am a tree reaching for the sun please don't hold me down
Please don't hold me down

I am a rolling wave without the motion
A glass of water longing for the ocean
I am an asphalt flower breaking free
But you keep stopping me
Release me
Release me

I am the rain that's coming down on you
That you shielded yourself from with a roof
I am the fire burning desperately
But you're controlling me

Release me
Release me

 

[rollinder]

When the people of the country have forgotten how to disagree
And the national economy is said to be OK
And the wages that you get will help you to forget
Will you keep your ideologies or throw them all away?

When the system has you beaten
Even now you haven't eaten
Cos you can't afford to eat or drink to keep your brain alive
You blame the system for the weather but carry on as ever
You go to work at half past eight and come back home at five

You can go blue in the face talking about the human race
How they got to outer space but it never stopped the wars
And how the whole of this humanity is based on greed and vanity
The ones who make decisions are the ones who make the laws

But you're still in this society
So what's your main priority
Remain in the majority who never really cared?
Or cultivate the hate to annihilate the state
Are you prepared to die for your beliefs or just to dye your hair?

The anarchist, the nihilist but can you prove that you exist
To apopulation who insist you're just a bunch of fakes
You cannot change the system until you change your own restrictions
Communication and conviction - got to kick until it breaks

 

[rollinder]

Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas
Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas
Long John Silver is dumping his chemical waste
The sea is turning gray with a slick once more
All the animals are lying dead on the shore

Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas
Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas

One day we will glow,
And one day we will flow
In the meantime baby
What you got to do is
Let yourself go

One day we may fly,
And the next day we may die
In the meantime baby
What you got to do is
Give it a try

One day we are fine,
The next day we may decline
In the meantime baby
What you got to do is
Learn to shine

Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas (we are the Rainbow Warriors)
Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas (we are the Rainbow Warriors)
Long John Silver is dumping his chemical waste
The sea is turning gray with a slick once more
All the animals are lying dead on the shore

One day you feel great and
The next day you lose your mate
In the meantime baby
What you got to do is
Have some faith!

One day you feel so free and
The next day you drive into a tree!
In the meantime baby
What you got to do is
Learn to see

One day they give you a pill and
The next day you feel really ill!
In themeantime baby
What you got to do is
Use your own will!

Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas (we are the Rainbow Warriors)
Pollution Pirates are sailing the 7 seas (we are the Rainbow Warriors)
Long John Silver is dumping his chemical waste
The sea is turning gray with a slick once more
All the animals are lying dead on the shore

How many times must these words be said
How many times until it gets inside of your head
Yello, black, brown or white
Man, woman or child
Times keep on changing
But peace still has no name
Times keep on changing
But peace still has no name...

 

[rollinder]

WTF

I. STONES OF YEARS
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.
Have you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the water rhyme.
Taste of wine,
How can you know where you've been?
In time you're gonna see the sign,
And realize your sin.
Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your times have been overgrown,
Never known.
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all.

II. MASS
The preacher said a prayer,
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.
The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!
The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...
The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.
The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!
A Bishop rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground,
Without a sound!
The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!

III. BATTLEFIELD
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
We're the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of grass and arrows rain
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.

 

[Silva]

Somehow we drifted off too far
Communicate like distant stars
Splintered voices down the 'phone
The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no
Someone waits behind the door
Hiroshima mon amour

Riding inter-city trains
Dressed in European grey
Riding out to echo beach
A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no
How can I ever let them go?
Hiroshima mon amour

Meet beneath the autumn lake
Where only echoes penetrate
Walk through polaroids of the past
Features fused like shattered glass, the sun's so low
Turns our silhouettes to gold
Hiroshima mon amour

 

[rollinder]

Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.

Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she
didn't come clean
Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is
a queen.

Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he
couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and
decided to go.

 

[Iam]

The other day I swear to God
I got a letter in the mail that
Said register with us or you're
Gonna go to jail
You'll be put inside a cage, then
Forced to enlist
Well I laughed out loud, said I
Won't comply
To be labeled as one of those
Who qualify to be shipped off to
Fight some fucking war
'Cause war's not about policy-religion,
It's about economy and I'm not dying
to set your country free
I'll never bow to your expectations
I never have I never will
I'm not a puppet, pawn, or
Figure head I'm a man of my
Own free will
Our freedoms are slowly surrendered
As they take more than their fill
How much power is ever enough for
The men, the men on Capitol Hill.
They're cuttin's back on welfare
IL legalizing harmlessness, am I the
Only one to see there's something
Wrong with this
I don't have the answers won't
Pretend to say I will but to put
My trust in government,
I think I'd rather kill
Off mighty word democracy
Spells freedom for you and me
The books have all been written
And the prophets denied
Little by little watch this state
Begin to fall as we awaken from
This dream and find ourselves
Nailed to the wall
Oh firecracker patriotic lire, you were
Burnin' bright the day the country
Died, in all your glory in all your
Pride.
Light the way torch of Liberty
Light the sky for the whole world
To see, in all your glory in all
Your pride.

 

[rollinder]

The Ark ringtones!

Joy Surrender lyrics

I was born to start a revolution
It would be my contribution
to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
The joy of men's desires
was laid in my hand

But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away

'Cos all I can think of is
love and Saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a damn?
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
"Stop
no, let go"?

Oh, the angelheaded demon's-tongue
who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
Oh, now he ain't got a clue

And every now and then
it seems to me it's come to this
that promises and prophecies
was all I had to give

'Cos all I can think of is
love and Saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a damn?
How wonderful
Hut after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
"Stop
no, let go"?

Oh, love
The worst can't be that bad
Oh, love
Saturday, and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a damn?
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
Seems like a joy surrender
Love