SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS
SPECIAL EDITION
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SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS
SPECIAL EDITION
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PLACEBO .. WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING .. BLACK MARKET MUSIC .. ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
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ALBUM: Sleeping With Ghosts
QUOTE: "The album title's about carrying the ghosts of your relationships with you," Brian explains, "to the point where sometimes a smell or a situation or an item of clothing they bought brings a person back. For me it's about the relationship that you have with your memories. They inhabit your dreams sometimes. There can be a lot in the future that's gonna remind you of the ghost of relationships past. So I see the album as a collection of short stories about a handful of relationships. Most of them mine. In a way writing the songs helps me to get a lot of the nasty feelings off my chest and put them in a box, and therefore have a bit more of an objective discourse with those emotions because you've done something positive with them, you've rid yourself of them." Placebo - guest programmers & special on Rage 09th August 2003
RELEASED: 24th March 2003
LENGTH: [46:32]
SINGLES: The Bitter End .. This Picture .. Special Needs .. English Summer Rain .. Protège Moi
TRACK LISTING:
Bulletproof Cupid [2:22]
English Summer Rain [4:01]
This Picture [3:34]
Sleeping With Ghosts [4:38]
The Bitter End [3:10]
Something Rotten [5:28]
Plasticine [3:26]
Special Needs [5:15]
I'll Be Yours [3:32]
Second Sight [2:49]
Protect Me From What I Want [3:15]
Centrefolds [5:02]
lyrics are copyright © to Placebo
PLACEBO ARE: BRIAN MOLKO .. STEFAN OLSDAL ... STEVE HEWITT
NOTES: ALL TRACKS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY PLACEBO .. all tracks produced by Jim Abbiss .. recorded by Barny .. mixed by Barny and Jim .. additional recording and engineering by Bill Lloyd .. assistant engineers Tom Stanley and Dan Porter at the Townhouse - Andy Davies at Sarm West - Fergus Peterkin at Mayfair .. recorded at the Townhouse and Sarm WEst Studios, London .. mixed at Mayfair Studios, London .. mastered by Sean Magee at Abbey Road Studios, London .. Simon Breed - harmonica on "Protect Me From What I Want" .. art direction and photography by JB Mondino .. design and art direction by See Studio .. published by Famous Music Corporation [ASCAP] .. this disc incorporates copy control technology - for further information: http://copycontrol.emi.com.au
BULLETPROOF CUPID Instrumental
ENGLISH SUMMER RAIN Always stays the same I'm in the basement Hold your breath and count to ten
THIS PICTURE I hold an image of the ashtray girl Farewell the ashtray girl Sometimes it's fated Farewell the ashtray girl Sometimes it's fated Hang on I can't stop growing old
SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS The sea's evaporating Dry your eye This one world vision Soulmate dry your eyes
THE BITTER END Since we're feeling so anaesthetized See you at the bitter end Every step we take that's synchronized See you at the bitter end
SOMETHING ROTTEN It seems we're here Down here, down here, I know its not, it's all forgotten
PLASTICINE Beauty lies inside the eye Beauty lies inside desire Don't forget to be the way you are The only thing you can rely on Don't forget to be the way you are
SPECIAL NEEDS Remember me when you're the one that's silver screened Just nineteen, a sucker's dream Remember me when you clinch your movie deal Just nineteen, a sucker's dream
I'LL BE YOURS I'll be your water I'll be your father I'll be your liquor I'll be your father
SECOND SIGHT Walk away to save your face Yes it's just the second sight Walk away to save your face
PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT It's the desire of the age Protect me form what I want Maybe we're victims of fate Protect me from what I want
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Nothing ever changes
English summer rain
Seems to last for ages
You're in the sky
I'm in the basement baby
Drop on by
Then fall apart and start again
Start again
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Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with the picture?
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
[We] disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
[We] assassinate it
For the fear of growing old
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
[We] disintegrate it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's fated
[We] assassinate it
For the fear of growing old
Though we try
It's gone
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Though it comes as no suprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the lines
Hush, it's ok
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
'cause soulmates never die
Turns us into compromise
What good's religion
When it's each other we despise?
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies
Hush, it's ok
Dry your eyes
'cause soulmates never die
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In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
We're running out of alibi's
On the second of May
Reminds me of the summertime
On this winters day
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful day
From the time we intercepted
Feels more like suicide ..
You showered me with lullabies ..
We're running out of alibies ..
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I miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
It's guaranteed all's forgotten
Down here
Down here it's clear that your uncut
Don't fear
Don't fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Don't fear, don't fear, keep all this forgotten
There's something rotten down here
There's something rotten down here
There's something rotten down here
There's something rotten down here ..
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Of another youthful dream
That doesn't sell its soul for self-esteem
That's not plasticine
And every wayward heard redeemed
That doesn't sell its soul for self-esteem
That's not plasticine
Is that you can't rely on anything
Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem
Don't be plasticine
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Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Remember me whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me: special needs
I guess I though you had the flavour
Just nineteen, a dream obscene
With six months off for bad behaviour
Think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me: special needs
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just nineteen, a dream obscene
With six months off for bad behaviour
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Bathing you clean with liquid peace
I'll be your ether
You'll breathe me in
You won't release
I've seen you suffer
I've seen you cry the whole night through
So i'll be your water
Bathing you clean with liquid blue
I'll be your mother
I'll be yours
Bathing your soul in juice that's pure
I'll be your anchor
You'll never leave these shores that cure
I've seen you suffer
I've seen you cry for days and days
So i'll be your liquor
Demons will drown and float away
I'll be your mother
I'll be yours
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You never were a genius
Walk away to save your face
You let it come between us
Walk away to save your face
You never were a genius
Walk away to save your face
You never were you never were
But I would break backsides for you
Yes I know you're the jealous type
'cause i'm cursed with second sight so ..
You never were an actor
Walk away to save your face
Here comes the morning after
Walk away to save your face
You never were an actor
Walk away to save your face
You never were you never were
Walk away
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It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home
Corporate America wakes
Coffee Republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all alone
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone