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| The Manics, c. 1998 |
| The Manics, c. 1992 |
| The Manic Street Preachers are my favorite band. In fact, they may be the best band in the world right now. So much has been said about them already, and I couldn't do justice to their amazing history. For that, let me direct you to the Manics FAQ at: Sciryl/Lryics. This page will be for my personal theories about the band's work. |
| Soon, I will be putting up some essays on various parts of the Manics' work...... The Best/Worst of the Manics (IMHO) Love's Sweet Exile-not just pretty men in black and white If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next-a video with a very strong message When Bad Videos Happen to Good Manics-some general thoughts on their nearly-stellar videography |
| Manics Links: Random Thoughts on the Manic Street Preachers-extremely funny site by a cool guy in Wales, who sadly, seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. Iconoclastic Glitter-one of the top Manics fanzines, or at least, it was. And a great site overall. Manics MP3s are still available here, I think. The Manics Webring-find all yer Manics sites here. Forever Delayed-the most up-to-date MSP site right now. The sitemaster's former domain host got peeved at his many MP3s, so he had to move here. |
| Faster (Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell The first time you see yourself naked you cry Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything © 1994 Sony Music Publishing Ltd. |
| My Little Empire (Words: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) My little empire Has risen and it's set My little empire Is as good as it can get My little empire Is coming around My little empire It don't make a sound My royalty it does not exist It is extinct for the eye to see My ideology it is dead and gone Almost forgotten for the eye to see My little empire I'm sick of being sick My little empire I'm tired of being tired My little empire I'm bored of being bored My little empire I'm happy being sad All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids All of my voids they are filled with sin All of my demons they are kept within And all my violence it does not exist My little empire I'm happy being sad My little empire I'm fucked with being fucked My little empire I'm done with being dumb My little empire I'm happy being sad Happy being sad Happy being sad Happy being sad © 1998 Sony/ATV Music Publishing Ltd. |
| These are just two great Manics songs-here are some links to some more of my favorites (more coming, sorry-I've been busy!) Motorcycle Emptiness If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next P.C.P Roses in the Hospital Born a Girl La Tristessa Durera No-One Knows What It's Like to be Me Small Black Flowers that Grow in the Sky The Intense Humming of Evil From Despair to Where Ready for Drowning And these are only a few... of course, to be fully appreciated, they must be listened to; I tried to list songs that stood alone lyrically, but as I looked at them again, esp for Born a Girl, Tolerate and The Intense Humming of Evil, the music provides a meaning of its own... |