1.The Last Significant Statement To Be Made In Rock N Roll
Once, in a corridor in Memphis,
Was a singer took a breath
And wrote the birth of the teenager
Now we come to write his death
We've learned a lot of bitter lessons
Seen the way ideals age
Seen the lies and seen the boredom
Seen the coming final page
This is the last significant statement
To be made in rock and roll
Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies
Religions and the soul
This is the last significant statement
To be made in rock and roll
Everything that follows is a footnote
That we can turn to when we are...
...Old, My love.
Goodnight my love
We are old, my love
Goodnight my love.
The fanzine writers write for broadsheets
The poor men found their daughters wealthy
Rebellion shores up the market
Rebellion keeps the nation healthy
This thing I loved, this thing I worshipped
This cruel, deceptive, vicious thing.
I shall leave you to die where you lie
I shall forget my dying king
This is the last significant statement
To be made in rock and roll
Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies
Religions and the soul
This is the last significant statement
To be made in rock and roll
Everything that follows is a footnote
That we can turn to when we are...
...Old, My love.
Goodnight my love
We are old, my love
Goodnight my love.
So old, my love
So old, my love
Baby love, my baby love
I cherish you, my love.
2.Our Daughters Will Never Be Free
This is what we want, we want to be made
You're manufacture for our decade
Saying worldly and clever and honest we are
We'll prove it with reference to our last seminar
We dance and we sing
Of a love we're not in
And the boys and the times
And the pints and the shots
All we recall of a time we forgot
Apparently this is the way one should be
Some clever boy said so, it feels fine to me
We sing and we dance and make eyes at their heads
Have photographs taken to make us look dead
They dance and they sing
Of a world they're not in
Their lives are improved by the things that we do
We're special enough to get paid
And we all know the real song but we won't sing along
'cause our boyfriends and girlfriends and parents will say
Don't be a square, grow your hair and be happy
It's not god that made you this way
So lift up your top
Lift up your top
Lift up your top, got to use what you've got
Try not to see anything but the fee
It's all tongue in cheek anyway!
We've highlighted lines in the books of Why Not
But the women back then were extremists the lot
I'm have control of my gender, my sex
Every whore that I've heard of is free of regret
I think it's fine just to make people smile
I think it's fine to force people to smile
Make me a dolly, make me a princess
Make me your baby, make me your goddess
Rape me and beat me
Rape us and beat us
Rape us and beat us 'til we're black and blue
We made it ok on the day we said nothing
Was better than something to say
What our foremothers fought for was peachy and swell
But hey they forgot to be mothers as well
Instead of our fathers, our sisters did say：
Let's just be pretty, it's more fun that way
Let's just be pretty
Let's just be beautiful
Let's just be retro and disco and twee
We don't know the song so we can't sing along
And our daughters will never be free.
3.Better To Know
I saw my revolution sold to a priest
I saw the men of reason bow down to the east
And oh, it's better to know
Oh, it's better to know.
The truth can make you bitter
Even while it sets you free
The truth's a hauting daunting mistress
She ain't been good to me
And oh, it's better to know
Oh, it's better to know.
Despite all the fools and liars
Despite all of the wars
The puruit of liberty is
Still a noble cause
And oh, it's better to know
Oh, I swear it's better to know.
All the forces of distortion
All the pretty words you said
The elephant in your living room
The fascist in your bed
And oh, it's better to know
Oh, I swear it's better to know.
Even though we're so alone
For so long
We've been so alone
For so long
4.Sixteen
Let's go to town and switch the magazines
Drink milkshakes until we're sick
Oh oh, it'll be so funny
Oh oh, it'll be so funny
Drop ace drum and bass feat. Hitler and Chairman Mao
If we don't do it now then someone else will
Oh oh, it'll be so funny
Oh oh, it's the power not the money
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23
Let's meet up at the empire tea-rooms
recite lite poetry causing lite controversy
Oh oh, it'll be so funny
Oh oh and we'll write funny songs about
Boys and Girls and other Boyrs and other Girls
This heartbreaking world where no one understands
Oh oh It'll be so funny
Oh oh it'll be so funny
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23
This scene is the scene to be seen in
It's the scene that I was made in
I just wanna be 16
Even though I'm 23
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23
This scene is the scene to be seen in
Not that the scene is what we'd be seen with
We just wanna be 16 (16) 16 (16)
Even though we're 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29...
5.Julia, We Don't Live In The 60s
You and I, we're the same as each other
Can't stand to think we're the same as each other
So come over to mine and we'll drink some beer
Get on a bus and get the fuck out of here
Follow a star to a new messiah
Slit his throat for the good of the unborn,
Generations tripped the wire
Made off with our hearts desire
We've never had it so good
Never had it so good
We've never had it so good,
Life is sweet.
You're just like cinderella
On the screen in technicolor
Off the chart, you'll be going stellar
You'll be the pepsi cola seller
With lips so full and moist
All your friends'll be queuing up to tell you
'you've got such a lovely voice'.
You've got such a lovely voice
We've never had it so good
Never had it so good
We've never had it so good,
Life is sweet.
And people die when towers fall
I've tried but I hardly even care at all
I've seen you angry and I've seen you cry
Life goes fitfully flitting by
And I would love to climb a barricade
Like every other boy you know
But the wars at home have been betrayed
By too many boys on barricades
We've never had it so good
Never had it so good
We've never had it so good,
Life is sweet.
So spare me a thought when you're old and you're finished
A listing wreck off greenwich village
Write me a letter that I'll never reply to
You know what I'm like better than I do
Tell me about how you sleep at night
Tell me about your consolations
Lie to me, say you still fight
Tell me death will be alright, oh
We've never had it so good
Never had it so good
We've never had it so good,
Life is sweet.
Life is sweet.
6.Stars
I'm in love with the boy next door
He treats me like a filthy whore
I give him everything he wants
For nothing in return.
We drive out to the hills and lie
Beneath the dark'ning twilit sky
And how I love the knowledge that
I'll never ever learn.
And the stars don't shine for me and you
They shine no matter what we do
And every day is shorter than the last.
For all the years in bedrooms lost
In you I calculate the cost
Of never staking my claim to the stars.
I give you head and cook your tea
You make my daddy weep for me
I smile each time you hurt me
For you're really hurting him.
I'm Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester
A monument torn down and wrent
From limb to aching limb.
Chorus
And the stars don't shine for me and you
Even though I'd like them to
And you are just an actor in my heart
The story will play to the end
And you will never comprehend
Just how well you have taken to your part
I conjure up a single tear
The people look like ants from here
The distant buzz of endless passing cars
And gazing at eternity
The only one who counts is me
And we shall see our logo on the stars
7.New Art For The People
But for the cum in your hair,
The cocaine on your teeth
You'd be just like the girls
That i kissed on the heath
Your mother left and you're all alone
And the world is at your feet
You smell like ash, mildew and hash
Can barely even speak
And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me
I followed your perfume as you ran down the street
I caught you and held you and pushed back your fringe and swore
undying loyalty
We'll make a new art for the people,
A new art for the people
A new art for the people
You and me.
I followed you home
Knocked at your door
Offered myself in the kitchen
Passed out on the floor
And when you shout, i get terrified
And then i love you more
You sound middle class, but i'll let it pass,
I don't understand you at all
And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me
I swallowed my pride with a pill and decided to give you back
your key
You caught me and held me and i took your hand and swore undying
loyalty
We'll make a new art for the people,
A new art for the people
A new art for the people
You and me.
Under the covers forever
Everything well within reach
A small price to pay for our freedom
And for our celebrity
Such ornaments and gorgeous things
Like string lights at the beach
Intensive care and conditioned air
And our faces on tv
And it's so sad but they're so glad that you're so bad for me
The dark days ahead and the blood on the bed and the cover of
the nme
They gave us a cheque and took us by our necks and swore undying
loyalty
We'll make a new art for the people,
A new art for the people
A new art for the people
You and me.
8.Unity Mitford
Arm in arm on the boulevard
Speaking the language that only we know
I'll brush an eyelash from your cheek
I know they'll write books about you
And oh! the crowds and the joyful faces
These people are just backdrop to us
You and I don't even think like they do
You and I we're like a different species
Like Romeo and Juliet
In a bunker, shot through the head
Everything will be beautiful
Everything will be beautiful
Affairs of state and of the heart
I love it when you speak so passionately
We understand how music works
You understand what you mean to me
And oh! the indescribable beauty
Of a million hands raised to salute you
Like poppies lean when winds caress them
Cut flowers pressed to solemn duty
Like Romeo and Juliet
In a bunker, shot through the head
Everything will be beautiful
Everything will be beautiful
This epoch, this century,
These people and this infamy
Where once there was a single summer
That never seemed to turn.
9.If Jeff Buckley Had Lived
If Jeff Buckley had lived
And his voice still was heard
On the weak second album
And difficult third
Then the critics, who broke him,
He couldn't forgive -
Would grow old and forget him
If Jeff Buckley had lived
And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake
And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake
And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake
And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take
If Jeff Buckley had lived
There'd have been weeks of sickness
Acid vomit in his throat
And awful press pictures.
He'd have turned down half the needy
Who asked him to give
And plenty would have cursed him
If Jeff Buckley had lived
And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake
And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake
And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake
And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take
If Jeff Buckley had lived
He'd have been short on the throne
And counted his life out
In an old rockstar's home
Where they play 'Hallelujah'
Every retrospective
And most wouldn't know him
If Jeff Buckley had lived
And there's a fog growing at the edge of the lake
And there's a star falling at the edge of the lake
And there's a man praying at the edge of the lake
And there's a flicker of religion in the chances you take
And there is no salvation at the hands of the fates
And there is no design to whom death comes to take
And the faces in the vapour, they are lies and mistakes
Every day there is a fog there, at the edge of the lake
Every day there is a fog three, at the edge of the lake.
10.America
This little England, it's dingy and it's mean
I've flirted with her mewling gods and petty jelousies
These edited-reader rebels with their simulated causes
Their weak-chinned snarls and red guitars I disregard them all
When they pin me to the wall I'll say：
I'm with America
With godless America, I'll stand and I'll fall
Though it cuts me to my soul that
It must be America
It must be America
Or nothing at all.
The Popstars who write operas and make fatuous remarks
The theory-quoting upstarts who snort fair-trade coke in parks
I find myself a loner and I find myself bereft
I find myself agreeing with Bill O'Reilly more than the left.
When they pin me to the wall I'll say：
I'm with America
With godless America, I'll stand and I'll fall
Though it cuts me to my soul that
It must be America
It must be America
Or nothing at all.
11.Heroin
Lyricist：David Jake Hamilton Wherry, Oliver Laurence Trattles, Tsidi A
Ibrahim
My heroine is on heroin
But not bad heroin
The good heroin that rockstars take
And that heals the ache of the pain she's in
She's not dirty; she's past thirty
She plays acoustic guitar and the flute
And the harp and the theramin
On heroin, my heroine
And oh, in this dead town
The dead kids hang around
This must be Zion
They promised us Zion
My heroine is so beautiful
Her cheeks are hollowed out
God, She's beautiful
She orders jugs of wine
And wastes all her time
At the wishing well
She's a dreamer, I'm a dreamer
We are not like the others
We're the best of our brothers
We dreamers, we dreamers
You should see us
And oh, in this dead town
The dead kids hang around
This must be Zion
They promised us Zion
My heroine believes in something
Because something big must be happening
She carries books that belie her looks
And the pain she's in she sees singers
Who sing protest songs
That she already agrees with
She has afternoon teas with
Them, looks at the world
And the unthinkable wrongs
She sings, damn this dead town
Where the dead kids hang around
Bored to tears with the infinite peace
The chosen one, like everyone
She raises her eyes, raises her eyes
Raises her eyes and succumbs
12.We Hate The Kids
Every generation gets fooled again
And every generation is to blame
And its no good saying its not in your name
'cause it is in your name
And this generation is the same
And this generation is to blame
And I'm sorry that I can't join in any more
But I've been let down ： too many times before
Oh yeah we mean it
We hate the kids
So dance dance dance to the radio tonight
I wanted to believe in rock'n'roll stars
I wanted to believe in contemporary art
I wanted to aspire to a higher path
But there's no higher path
It was ever thus, and it was ever you
And it's ever us because we'll do it too
And we're sorry to the all the disinherited meek, and
We're sorry for this con-trick that we play on the people
Oh yeah we mean it
We hate the kids
So dance dance dance to the radio tonight
And nobody ever comes alive
And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies
And boys who should know better grin and get high
With fat men who once met the MC5
And no one discusses what they don't understand
And no one does anything to harm the brand
And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard
Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar
Oh yeah we mean it
We hate the kids
Useless children genuflecting
To the idols who exploit them
Open mouthed and arsed expecting
Some god to anoint them
Dance Dance Dance to this radio tonight
And there's always a monk to get set on fire
And there's always a crackhead charismatic liar
And there's always a depth to which you can aspire
And there's always a teenager due to expire
Pop had a beginning, it grew and was tended
Now it is rotten. Let it be ended.
Let every hopeless case that every drummer befriended,
Every seven-inch that every student intended
Every groupie and ligger and identity seeker
Every druggy and drinker and every loudspeaker
Be done with, be piled up, tossed, set alight
No more music, thank you, goodnight.
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