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GOLD AGAINST THE SOUL

SLEEPFLOWER
Morning always seems to stale to justify
Lament blossoms, hours, minutes of our lives
Broken thoughts run through your empty mind
At least a beaten dog knows how to lie

I'm feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety

Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind
No-one knows the hell where innocence dies
Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone
Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows

I'm feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety

FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE
I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away

Wake up with same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if its real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
'Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter

I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

LA TRISTESSE DURERA
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence

La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)
La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)

I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, its so easy
Whey they patronise my misery

La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)
La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)
La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)
La tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)

I sold my medal, it paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Baby, its here to stay
La Tristesse durera
(scream to a sigh, to a sigh)

YOURSELF
Your ritual everyday
A mild shower soak in aftershave
Best clothes do your best
Look in the mirror, go on
Belittle yourself, yourself, yourself
Belittle yourself, yourself, yourself

You go on day after day
Dreaming on a lie
That you keep locked inside
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself

Can you sleep tonight
Cast aside for some putting young pup
Sink into a slurred veneer
Alcoholic haze so now
Least you can like yourself, yourself
Least you can like yourself, yourself

You go on day after day
Reservoirs of guilt
That your fixed grin always hides
And yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself
Of yourself, yourself, yourself

You look at ad's all day
Everyone is perfect and you're so lame
Free scent burns your skin
But no smell can really cover sin
Too many teenage holes to fill
Too many teenage holes to fill

You go on day after day
Speak to your despised
And blanking your loved ones
And yourself, yourself, yourself
And yourself, yourself, yourself

LIFE BECOMING A LANDSLIDE
Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first, second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked
Now bruising tired lips

My idea of a love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealously

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl, this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realise oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate

My idea of a love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealously

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man 
Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

My idea of a love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealously

Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees
Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees

DRUG DRUG DRUGGY
So much fun to be had in my head
(no more sunshine)
So much fun just lying in my bed
(no more sunshine)
I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside
Wanna stay in 666 where this darkness don't lie

Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Show me your scars you're so aware
I'm not barbaric I just care
Drug drug drug

I need a reflection to prove I exist
(no more sunshine)
I am a victim of designer blitz
(no more sunshine)
dance like a robot when you're chained at the knee
the C.I.A say you're all they'll ever need

Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Snort your lines you're so aware
I'm not barbaric I just care
Drug drug drug
Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Drug drug druggy
Drug drug druggy
Drug drug druggy
A-B-C-D-E!

ROSES IN THE HOSPITAL
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my fingernails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no-one to feel ashamed for

All we wanted was a home
Now we are so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your FUCKING LOVE

Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy

All we wanted was a home
Now we are so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your FUCKING LOVE

Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice, no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Of burnt out trash

Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever, forever
Forever delayed

Independence is a game
Credibility, I'm yawning
Rudi, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi gonna fail
The west scratches onto my skin
Contagious like a suntan
We never felt any sun

NOSTALGIC PUSHEAD
I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies
60's alienation, the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god

They dig their new scene and their parties
Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a diety
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
We follow, we have no voice the dead

Radio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
Hard-rock nostalgia, the stones on CD
Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god

So cool the new sound of the decade
Think its so fresh not post-Elvis still
All taste is nothing, old pictures blow-dried
Rebellion it always sells at a profit

I am a face of fashion in Soho square
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
My cheeks red blood as my favourite port
But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the god
Some god.

SYMPHONY OF TOURETTE
Stutter, stutter says the little boy
I wanna blow a hole in my head
I swear what this world wants to hear
Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome
Stutter, stutter, silence no friend 

Children can be cruel she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear that's the nature of tourette

Stutter, stutter, nothing else but me
I twitch and turn while underneath
My contemporaries are so in control
Fuck you, fuck you I grunt and groan
Stutter, stutter are your eyes closed

Children can be cruel she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear that's the nature of tourette

Stutter, stutter, are your eyes closed
You know a hole through which you can fall
But I can't be bothered to hang on
When you're this numb, news don't register
I just opened my eyes

GOLD AGAINST THE SOUL
Somebody told me to vote conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction

Gold against the soul
Rock 'n' roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul

Close the pits, sanctify Roy Lynk an OBE
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilise, make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways  to humble the poor

Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Tai Labour to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soul
Working class cliches start here
Either cloth caps or smack victims

Gold destroyed 
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul.

(All lyrics by Richey James Edwards and Nicky (Jones) Wire)

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