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Manic Street Preachers lyrics

Album: Know Your Enemy [2001]

Tracks16
 01  Found That Soul
 02  Ocean Spray
 03  Intravenous Agnostic
 04  So Why So Sad
 05  Let Robeson Sing
 06  Year Of Purification
 07  Wattsville Blues
 08  Miss Europa Disco Dancer
 09  Dead Martyrs
 10  His Last Painting
 11  My Guernica
 12  The Convalescent
 13  Royal Correspondent
 14  Epicentre
 15  Baby Elian
 16  Freedom Of Speech Won't Feed My Children
all Manic Street Preachers lyrics



Found That Soul
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Show me a wonder
You can't be sure of
I exist in a place
A self-made vacuum
But still stranded here
With all the scum
So clean, so lost
So beautiful

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul

Not a subject
Not a subject am i
Sick and pale but
Strangely alive
Broken blood vessels
Line my cheeks
Reflections look bad
And somehow unreal

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that home
But I found that soul

But I found that soul
Yeah I found that now
But I found that soul

Show me a wonder
Show me a wonder
Show me a wonder
Show me a wonderback to top
Ocean Spray
Lyrics by james dean bradfield, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne
Totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu

It's easy to see, it's easy to see
To see only white where colour should be
It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel
But it's not good enough, even though it's real

Oh please stay away
And then we can drink some ocean spray
Oh please stay away
And then we can drink some ocean spray

It's easy to breathe, it's easy to grieve
To breathe only air where life should be
It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry
To cry so so hard that it can't be denied

Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some ocean spray
Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some ocean spray

Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some ocean spray
Oh please stay awake
And then we can drink some ocean sprayback to top
Intravenous Agnostic
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Into a vein exhibit the derelict
A secular mosaic distracted at birth
A cubist abstraction let it live forever
Narcissim so lonely so live by the sea

What a mess

Cosmetic - polemic
Distinguished by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous

Brutality is needed in capitalist society
Television abandoned my very entity
Nature failed me
But then it made me
We all pray for pluralist babies

Cosmetic - polemic
Distinguished by relics
Destructive aesthetic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous

Dismayed - dispossessed
Life becomes calvanist
So sparkle and believe
Linguistics die easily

Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenous agnostic
Intravenousback to top
So Why So Sad
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Things get clear when I feel free
When whatever's next comes easily
When gentle hands give life to me
When your eyes fill with tiny tears

When I'm this still you are my life
When I'm this still you are my life

So at ease in the midnight sky
So at ease in the midnight sky

But my insides will look like war
My insides will look like war

Paralysed except through my thought

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad

My smile as real as a hyena's
My smile as real as a hyena's

Burns an expressway to my skull
Burns an expressway to my skull

But I'll stick myself together again
Spirit so low that I no longer pretend

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sadback to top
Let Robeson Sing
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Where are you now?
Broken up or still around?
The cia says you're a guilty man
Will we see the likes of you again?

Can anyone make a difference anymore?
Can anyone write a protest song?
Pinky lefty revolutionary
Burnt at the stake for

A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you

Went to cuba to meet castro
Never got past sleepy moscow
A giant man with a heavenly voice
Mk ultra turned you paranoid

No passport 'til 1958
Mccarthy poisoned through with hate
Liberty lost still buried today
Beneath the lie of the usa

Say what you want
Say what you want

A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you

Now let the freedom train come zooming down the track
Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black
Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white
Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight

Stopping in the country in the wide open air
Where there never was a jim crow sign nowhere
And no lilly-white committees, politicians of note
Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote

And there won't be no kinda color lines
The freedom train will be yours
And mine

A voice so pure - a vision so clear
I've got to learn to live like you
Learn to sing like you

Sing it loud, sing it proud
I will be here, I will be found
Sing it loud, sing it proud
I will be here, I will be foundback to top
Year Of Purification
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Detoxification
Purification
The ravaged corner
Cold and embittered

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of purification

Deification
Depopulation
Crescendo of craving
Sullen and distorted

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purification

What have I said?
What have I said again?
I regret everything

Moral little shit-kickers
Liberal asinine pricks

Run away - run away as fast as you can
From anything that needs discipline

The year of purification
The year of
The year of purification
The year of purificationback to top
Wattsville Blues
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby

Time is going on
Time is leaving me
I got the wattsville blues
I got the wattsville blues now baby

But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the sense of this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds

I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose

Time is going on
And time is killing me
I got the wattsville blues
I got the wattsville blues now baby

But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
There's a part of me that will never leave

But I still love
But I still love

But I still love the smile on your face
But I still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy I know I can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds

I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues now baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wattsville blues
Wattsville blues

Don't want no friends
Don't want no friends
Don't want no
Don't want no
Don't want no friends
Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door
Poxy fucking assholes following me
Don't you understand that I fucking despise
Every single living organism?

I'm deadback to top
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Miss europa disco dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss europa disco dancer
I'm in heaven when I see you
Miss europa disco dancer
Favourite son and favourite daughter
Miss europa disco dancer
I suck suck up all of your power

So serene, the world turns blue
Heads are spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

Miss europa disco dancer
Brutally becomes a no hoper
Miss europa disco dancer
Had your luck and had your chances
Miss europa disco dancer
I never reached the supernova
Miss europa disco dancer
Wake up drunk and then fall over

So messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

So serene, the world turns blue
Yes you're spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

So messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckersback to top
Dead Martyrs
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Dead martyrs
All stigmartys
Dead heroes
For fear of zeroes

Dead martyrs
Always take it further
Dead heroes
Know no fear

Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future

Dead stars are always the blackest
Dead heroes the living empty
Dead martyrs hang on forever
Dead martyrs always take it further

Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no futureback to top
His Last Painting
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

The nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart of me

I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on

It's not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams

I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on

Seems like I've lost myself
To everybody and everything else
I've lied again today
People laugh at it all the time

I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on

It's not my life anymore
Don't speak the truth anymore
All of the hope and the dreams
Ripped right open at the seams

I can't see right from my wrong
I've loved so much that I can't go on

The nothing in me

The nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart of me

The nothing in me
The apostle in me
The nothing in me
The apostle in me

The nothing in meback to top
My Guernica
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Appearing in more repeats
The mirror man has seen defeat
Hide away, be old and grey
Alfred j prufrock would be proud of me

Keep it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together

Little someone in my own little guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Going now so happy and so loose
Making bigger holes in my stomach
Losing losing split down the middle
With no end and no beginning

I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm nothing in this universe
Nothing but pieces of dust

Keep it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together

Little someone in my own little guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Keep it together - hold it together
Keep it together - hold it together

Little someone in my own little guernica
Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question
Little someone in my own little guernica
Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker

Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker
Ice-breaker

Helloback to top
The Convalescent
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head
A collage constructed and constantly fed
Goya mixes picasso but it's hardly spain
Look through the window, pissing down with rain

Lovely labradors outnumber musicians
Bonnie and clyde have made their good intentions
Pity poor payne stewart in a death bubble
But what a swing and so much bottle

So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos dna means does not accept
So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos dna means does not accept

Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext tv
My favourite inventions of the twentieth century
Haile gebrselassie looks so sweet and young
Eyes quickly shift to jack kevorkian

Uneven and tidal all with exit policies
Followed by anti-ballistic migraines
And brian warner has a tasty little ass
Scared of cash machines and the mardi gras

So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos dna means does not accept
So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos dna means does not accept

Alberto juanterino unique in his field
These are the things that, that make you feel
Klaus kinski with love off werner herzog
Scream until the war is over
Scream until the war is over

Srebrenica cousin of treblinka
Scream until the war is over
War is over
And dante's inferno slides into dismorphia
So scream until the war is over

So I convalesce and I ease the stress
Cos dna means does not accept
So I rehabilitate and get my body straight
Cos nothing fits like it used to fitback to top
Royal Correspondent
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

You've been this way since school
Dysfunctional, translucent
Royalty on your wall
So desperately mundane

They're inbred baby just like you
But you'd love the chance to eat their food
Even though it has been chewed

Royal correspondent
Sad and lonely
Royal correspondent
Kills her daily

Dream of the daily mail
It is the holy grail
And then the bbc
Your life would be complete

Build a fountain, wash away the poor
Just as long as your motives are pure
Hold on tight or you just might lose her

Royal correspondent
Wears their sunday best
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Smarter than the restback to top
Epicentre
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision - indecision
Indecision

Feels like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere

Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre

Non-existent energy adrenalin my god
Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord
I'm breaking and I'm shaking - so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling

Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre

I'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I'm tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyed

Feels like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere

Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentre

You don't drink - you don't get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
You don't drink - you don't get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy

This is my epicentreback to top
Baby Elian
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Blockades won't win you more votes
A cuban adjustment act
Offer the world a dream
Dress it up - it's blackmail

Internal matter they say
For two million dollars a day
Maybe a future in film
But cuban boxers still win

Kidnapped - to the promised land
The bay of pigs
Or baby elian
Operation - peter pan
America
The devil's playground

Baby elian
Baby elian

Across the unfair divide
Where black will never meet white
So read my token lips
As if they never exist

You cannot buy a nation
Not even the miami mob
We follow a shining path
That you will never destroy

Kidnapped - to the promised land
The bay of pigs
Or baby elian
Operation - peter pan
America
The devil's playground

You don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution
You don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution

Baby elian
Baby elianback to top
Freedom Of Speech Won't Feed My Children
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

Liberty, sweet liberty
Charitable respectability
Then pacifism killed us all
For all the tourists on the berlin wall

So we protest about human rights
Worship obesity as our birthright
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

We love to kiss the dalai lama's ass
Because he is such a holy man
Free to eat and buy anything
Free to fuck from paris to beijing

Little boys with dangerous toys
All bow down to the beastie boys
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

Royalty - hereditery - unelected and becalmed
Just like stalin, just like stalin
Human and useless

Bomb the chinese embassy
The west is free, oh the west is free
Laugh at the hammer and sickle
It is antique, oh it is antique

And see the love in richard gere's eyes
Js pemberton saved our lives
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothingback to top
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