The Tears

BERLIN

You roll those eyes and flick that mane
And you use their weakness for political gain

And one by one and two by two we get mixed in your pyschological stew

I count the tmes you hurt me
I count the times you've (burnt me?)
And all the shit you put me through

There are no answers that are (heard),
There is weakness that is (strong)
There are lies (that tell the truth)

Don't let it get to you

Your words are weapons that you use
I gave you the kindness and you gave me the flu
Your love like violence in your veins that gives you a poision and (will take you away?)

I count the times you hurt me
I count the times you (burned me?)
And all the shit you put me through

There are no answers that are (heard?)
There is weakness that is strong
There are lies that tell the truth

Don't let it get to you

And all the times i left you
And all the things you went through
And all the shit i put you through

If there are no answers that are  (heard?) ?
There is weakness that is strong
There are lies that (tell the truth)

You roll those eyes
And flick that main
And scratch the itch
That shapes the pain
 

REFUGEES

You are the dust and
 I am the rain
Lets go out in the rust and
let's gather the change

Let’s take to the streets,
You and I we're life's refugees
Like Bonnie and Clyde we're free
Don't say there's nothing between us

You stain the pavements
I’ll take the blame
Our love is our saviour
Our life is our grave

Let’s take to the streets,
You and I we're life's refugees
We're all refugees
We’re all drifting like leaves

Like Bonnie and Clyde we're free
Don't say there's nthing bewteen us

... we live for the sunshine
Smile through the rain...

We're all refugees
And we're all drifting like leaves
Like Bonnie and Clyde we're free
Don't say there's nthing bewteen us

so let’s take to the streets
You and I compete with freaks
Like Bonnie and Clyde we're free
Don't say there's nthing bewteen us

The pages burn, the babies scream
And lovers text in Japanese
The more you give, the more they need
The more you live, the less you see

Religion breeds like a disease
More people spit on refugees
(can't get in with immigration)

The more you live, the less you see
The more you give, the more they need
In this brave new century

So mother where do I belong?
And mother what should I believe?
Look what happened to your son
 in this brave new century

We sit and choke on magazines
And worship shit celebrities
 

The more you give, the more they need
The more you live, the less you see
n this brave new century
 

You grow your nails too long
There's scratches on your arms
You taste like orange chocolate
You always put your hands in my pockets

Your teeth are not quite straight
Your mood swings oscillate
Your language is appalling
And you play with my hair in the morning

Your imperfections are so beautiful
I can't control  my animal soul
Your imperfections has got me on a chain
Can't concentrate
I'm a sucker for your beautiful mistakes

And sometimes when we kiss
You touch my fingertips
Synthetic words can't hide me
Passion creeps like death inside me

This moment we become one
We stick like chewing gum
I want your language to be appalling
 want you to play with my hair in the morning

Your imperfections are so beautiful
I can't control
My animal soul
Your imperfections have got me on a chain
Can't concentrate
I'm a sucker for your beautiful mistakes
Your imperfections are so beautiful
I'm out of control
My animal soul

Your imperfections have got me unashamed
Can't concentrate
Your imperfections make you what you are
My defective star
My inelegant love

Your imperfections are so beautiful
I'm out of control
I'm a sucker for the defects in your soul
 

This country looks like one big car park
The winters are so very long
And everybody wonders where the light has gone

And Europe has its moving statelines
But Africa has winter sun
And you and me we're just two creatures on the run

And we'll go where the crowds don’t stare
The phone might ring
The rain might sting but we don't care

We'll fly over the endless ocean
We’re heading for the winter sun
Cause you and me we're just two creatures on the run

And Europe has its moving statelines
Africa has winter sunshine
And you and me, we’re just 2 creatures on the run

We’ll go where the crowds don’t stare
And no one hates us for our hair
The phone might ring
The rain might sting but we don't care

We’ll fly over the endless ocean
We’re heading for the winter sun
Cause you and me we're just two creatures on the run

America’s our supermarket
In India we'll take some stopping
Cause you and me are just 2 creatures on the run

In Asia we can mend our breakdown
Cause you and me we must escape now
Cause you and me we're just two creatures on the run
 

AUTOGRAPH

And the morning comes with coffee we can share
And the smell of cigarettes is in your hair
There’s a sound that shouts outside the hotel room
Like the night before when cameras flattered you

And if we don’t have a future
If our lives split like shattered bits of glass
And if we don’t have a future
Just leave your autograph
Your autograph

And the night before the neon lit our fate
And our shadows painted many different shapes
But now the mood has turned complex and altered you
There’s just a smell of cigarettes left in the room

And we made fake conversation
And we pick through broken bits of glass
And it’s all just complication
And too complex to ever last

And if we don’t have a future
And if this kiss dissolves into the past
And if we don’t have a future
Just leave your autograph
Your autograph
 

Alone in my room
I switch on the tube
And wave at the screen
It stares back at me

So I turn to the sky
And watch as it cries
Just waiting in here
For the car to appear

When we're together the world smiles
And when we're together it feels right
We'll live for the future and its scenes
When we're together, my co-star and me

Your plane is delayed
So I walk from the gate
But when you appear
I’ll stick to you dear

And we’ll stumble outside
And dance in the sunlight
Like ice in the sun
We’ll melt into one

When we're together the planets align
When we're together I burn from the inside
We’ll live for forever in this insanity
When where together, my co-star and me


FALLEN IDOL

Eyes that stare through television
Intermission in his mind
Where there once was such ambition
That blared like a bassline when the bassline’s right

Shame he's just this fallen idol
Shattered like some broken glass
Shame he's just this fallen idol
Bits of paper
For his past

Years are scattered like the rain drops
Sits at the window through the empty day
Competitions in the paper
Stares in the sky
When the sky turns grey

Shame he's just this fallen idol
Emty as the middle class
Shame he's just this fallen idol
Bits of paper
For his past

THE GHOST OF YOU

I threw out the photographs
Like yesterdays flowers
I tried to erase the past
But it won’t go away

And those where the curtains
That you had made
One thing's for certain
The ghost of you stays

I painted the second room
And cleared out the basement
And smelled some of your perfume
On a scarf that you made

The Salvation Army collected your things
I gave them the jewellery, all the bracelets and rings
Your clothes in black bin bags
I gave them away
I try to move on
But the ghost of you stays

The ghost of you stays
The ghost of you stays

I threw out the photographs
Like yesterdays flowers
I try to erase the past
But it won’t go away

I wake in the morning
And try to be brave
But it’s hard to move on
When the ghost of you stays

Dirty skies and shattered lives
It feels like Monday
My heart beats like demon(?) seas
Feels like Monday

Friday well I hatched a plan
On Saturday I wrote it down
I wrote it on my filthy hands to read to you on Sunday
And it feels like Monday

Rushed our drums and traffic cones(?)
It feels like Monday
You have something ??
Feels like Monday

Friday well I hatched a plan
On Saturday I wrote it down
I wrote it on my filthy hands to tell you it’s over on Sunday
And now it feels like Monday

And I told you Sunday
I was going away
Does it feel like Monday, today?

Yes I told you Sunday
I was going away
Does it feel like Monday, today?
Feels like Monday
Feels like Monday
Feels like Monday

I’m shaking and aching and talking to the sky
I shiver in the night that I can’t sleep
You’re as dark as the mascara that drips down from your eyes
Look what you’ve done to me

You’re as dark as the ocean
As cold as the rain
You’ve got me weak with emotion
You’re such a beautiful pain
Such beautiful pain

So I shelter in the wardrobe
And shiver on the stairs
And I slide down in the gutter with the leaves
I tried to talk to God as if he really is there
Look what you’ve done to me

You’re as dark as the ocean
As cold as the rain
You’ve got me weak with emotion
You’re such a beautiful pain

And I cling to my pillow
And scratch at my veins
You kiss like a killer
Such a beautiful pain
Such a beautiful pain
Beautiful pain

You’re as dark as the ocean
As hard as the rain
You’ve got me weak with emotion
You’re such a beautiful pain
Such a  beautiful pain

And I cling to my pillow
And scratch out my veins
You kiss like a killer
Such a beautiful pain

Estuary girl you're not the one
You don't belong to the world that I'm from
Your lazy words blow like confetti in the wind, in the wind

Estuary girl you're not part of my scene
Your feet don't belong on my upholstery
And sometimes I sink when you call me on the phone
On the phone

But if you follow me, I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo we'll fly to the moon
Yes if you follow me, I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo 13 we'll explode

Sad as a song, a child of the streets,
Your skin don't belong on my designer sheets
In eye-liner you wrote me a note that I'll never read at all
Estuary girl

But if you follow me
I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo we'll fly to the moon
Yes if you follow me I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo 13 we'll explode
Yes if you follow me

I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo we'll sink like a stone
Yes if you follow me, I will follow you to the unknown
Like Apollo, like Apollo 13 we'll explode

LOVERS

She shivers in the rain It’s the capital connected with her veins
Stepping under statues and on trains till we are under cover

She giggles like a child with no sign of all  the tension in her life
It’s written on a t-shirt and in her eyes that there is no other
 

Cause we are the lovers
We are the lovers
we’re different colours but we stand up as one

We are the lovers
We are the lover
Two different colours but we stand up as one

All the silly things we do just remind me of the flippansy of youth 
Kissing under statues, throwing food and getting into trouble
 

She shivers in the cold  It’s the capital connected with her bones
Jumping into taxis here we go
Yes there is no other

Cause we are the lovers
We are the lovers
 we’re different colours but we stand up as one

We are the lovers
We are the lovers two different colours but we stand up as one
Cause we are the lovers
We are the lovers we’re different colours but we stand up as one

We are the lovers
We are the lovers two different colours but we stand up as one

la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la

la-la-la

We're all looking for a love as strong as death
That’s part of our minds and part of our flesh
Looking for a love that takes away our breath away
That's equally heart and equally head

To be a wave that crashes over us
To be a wave that crashes over us
Like summer rain that washes over, over us

Looking for a love as strong as death
That’s equally heart and equally head
And I wonder if this  love that people say is as strong as death
Is out there somewhere or just in their heads

Is it a wave that crashes over us?
Is it a wave that crashes over us?
A summer rain that washes over…
...over us

When i hear the men outside my window kicking down my door,
All the megaphones are screaming letters of the law,
Would you walk in through the gate and visit me?
Would you please? In the asylum

And when they're counting out the chemicals and doing daily tasks,
Giving out presciption drugs and putting on their masks,
Would you wonder through the grass to visit me?
As they opened up the gates and turnd the kea?
Would you please? In the asylum

If they burn my brain away would you understand?
If they try to hold me down would you hold my hand?
Could you stand, stand the asylum?
In the asylum...

BREAK AWAY

And this world is just atoms, spinning slowly,
Other people are shadows, lost and lonely,
But they're giving us rules to follow,
And they're giving us lies to swallow.

Let's break away tonight,
There's a place where we can meet.
Let's slip into the night,
My car has got two seats.
Let's break away tonight,
You and me.

And this world is an apple, rotting slowly,
Other people are cattle, dying lonely,
But they're giving us rules to follow,
And they're giving us shit to swallow.

Let's break away tonight,
There's a place where we can meet.
Let's slip into the night,
The planet's at our feet.
Let's break away tonight,
You and me.

And this world is an apple, rotting slowly,
Other people are cattle, dying lonely.

Let's break away tonight,
There's a place where we can meet.
Let's slip into the night,
My car has got two seats,
Let's break away tonight,
You and me.
Let's break away tonight,
You and me.

BRANDED

She sees the hungry cameras, she sees the magazines,
She sees her full potential in the stylish imagery,
She simulates the poses, she imitates the dream,
She turns the sacred pages pregnant with celebrities, pregnant with celebrities,

Oh she is branded, oh she is branded,
And the words on her clothes spell out sadness,
Branded oh she is branded, and the logos are spelling out sadness,

She looks into the mirror and back to the magazine,
Compares herself to the model , notes her lack of symmetry,
She simulates the poses, she imitates the dream,
Page after page that shows the imagery of jealousy it's the imagery of jealousy

Oh she is branded , oh she is branded, and the words on her clothes spell out sadness,
Branded oh she is branded, and the logos are spelling out sadness,
Branded obviously, doing jobs we don't like to buy shit we don't need,
Branded oh she is branded, and the logos are spelling out sadness,

She simulates the poses,she imitates the dream
Page after page that sows the imagery of jealousy

 

SONG FOR THE MIGRANT WORKER

We hide in your shadows, you don't know our names as we take you trays,
And we don't seem to matter with our straightened hair and our vacant stare,

We are clumsy, we are strange,
We are jealous,we are plain,
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain,
Oh but we'll be born again,

We drift like a landslide, with our almond eyes, like a human tide,
But yes we love our families and our children too just like you do,

We are clumsy, we are strange,
We are jealous ,we are plain,
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain
Oh but we'll be born again

We are nothing , we are sand,
We're the dirt that's on your hand,
Strung together like a daisy chain
Oh, we'll be born again


BECAUSE YOU'RE WORTHLESS

We live in a climate of greed. We live under the clouds of envy.
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
All around us actors and models  order us to buy this and live like that .They remind us that if we don’t  possess more our lives are empty ,that we are basically worthless beyond the value of the numbers in our bank accounts, that we are here just to accumulate, that the purpose of our very existence is to consume… possess and consume, possess and consume, possess and consume… the silent, hypnotic corporate mantra that is the soundtrack to our frustrated and obsessive lives.
We live in a climate of greed.
We live under the clouds of envy.
Our lives are governed by jealousy, ruled by anxiety. Always wanting more, never being satisfied. If we could just own that bathroom our lives would be perfect, if I just had that car everything would be ok, if we could just possess that dress the numbing, gnawing emptiness that reminds us of the utter pointlessness of life would go away. A life sentence of consumer addictions, shackled to the ruthless, irresponsible whims of advertising executives. Dragged along in their relentless personal slipstream, their desire for us to own more and yet more shit. Piling up mountains of possessions, fields of crap, rivers of waste.
We live in a climate of greed.
We live under the clouds of envy.
Everywhere we look we are reminded that our lives are worthless unless we are famous , powerful or wealthy. Numbers after peoples names in tabloids remind us of their worth and of our worthlessness, remind us that they are to be respected and adored simply because of mathematics. Remind us that the ladder of life has a top and a bottom
We live in a climate of greed,
We live under the clouds of envy.
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
We are but slaves, soon to be dust.
We live in a climate of greed. 

LOW-LIFE

You're a complicated person with some educated friends
And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote on your hands

But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme ,
I thought you were special but you're low-life

And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always rude
And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are touching you

But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the rhyme,
I thought you were special but you're low-life,

And when you pull the trigger in me my life isn't mine,
They said you were special but you're low-lfe


THE PRIMITIVE

Sometimes I look up to the sky and I see the clouds and I see the light
and I want the stars and the mud and the night to define me,
And sometimes I stare out at the sea and I see the birds and I feel the
breeze and I want the waves and the rocks and the leaves to define me

Cos I am the insect in the jar, I am the spider in the tar,
I am the worm inside your drain,
Yes we all come back to the primitive again

And sometimes I look out at the trees and I forget about the
complexities that scratch and scrape and hate and tease all around me,
And sometimes I drift out with the wind and the silence tells me simple
things and I want my lungs and my legs and my skin to define me,

Yes I am the insect in the jar, I am the spider in the tar,
I am the worm inside your drain,
Yes we all come back to the primitive again.