01 Come
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Stuck
between the do or die, I feel emaciated.
Hard
to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated.
Swinging
from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.
Every
sky is blue, but not for me and you.
Come
home, come home, come home, come home.
Glass
and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane.
Throw
yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull the pain.
Vanish
like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away.
Every
cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.
Come
home, come home, come home, come home,
come
home, come home, come home, come home.
Always
goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give
a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it.
Now
the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too.
Every
sky is blue, but not for me and you.
Come
home, come home, come home, come home,
come
home, come home, come home, come home.
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Shine
the headlight, straight into my eyes.
Like
the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
You
see through my disguise
At
the drive-in, double feature,
pull
the lever, break the fever
and
say your last goodbyes.
Since
I was born I started to decay.
Now
nothing ever ever goes my way
One
fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped
in amber, petrified.
And
still not satisfied
Airs
and social graces, elocution so divine.
I'll
stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
both
spineless and sublime.
Since
I was born I started to decay.
Now
nothing ever - ever goes my way. |
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I know
that this is essentially about a "robot-fuck". |
Harder
faster, forever after,
harder
faster, forever after,
harder
faster, forever after,
forever
after.
None
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade.
Harder
faster, forever after,
harder
faster, forever after,
harder
faster, forever after,
forever
after.
None
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade,
none
of you can make the grade. |
"It's
called that because 36 degrees is close to body temperature," explains
Brian. "I guess it's all body
metaphors.
The sleeve has an arm and a leg wrapped in clingfilm, like they're being
preserved. And you
can
put something in clingfilm and stick it in the refrigerator, or stick it
in a microwave and warm it up or
cool
it down." |
We were
tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue.
Waxing
with a candlelight, and burning just for you.
Allocate
your sentiment, and stick it in a box.
I've
never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing.
Someone
tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)
With
hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue.
Thought
I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you.
Stuck
inside the circumstances, lonely at the top.
I've
always been an introvert
happily
bleeding.
Someone
tried to do me ache (it's what i'm afraid of)
4
7 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive,
and
1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14
16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue.
Shoulders
toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders
toes and knees,I'm 36 degrees,
shoulder
toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders
toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees. |
Hang On
To Your IQ and I Know
employed
toy instruments to "Bring a real loss of
innocence
feel, a real, naive vulnerability to the music," says Brian. |
Chinese
masseuse, comes between us
talks
in haikus, plastic venus.
Got
a headrush, in her pocket
two
rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket
Hang
on, hang on
to
your IQ, to your ID
hang
on, hang on
to
your IQ, to your ID
I'm
lonely
Every
morning, my eyes will open wide
I
gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll
another, for breakfast
burning
clouds around,and in my solar plexus.
Hang
on, hang on
to
your IQ, to your ID
hang
on, hang on
to
your IQ, to your ID
I'm
lonely
Legs
eleven, makes me stay up late
two
fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88.
I'm
a fool, whose tool is small
it's
so miniscule, it's no tool at all.
hang
on, hang on
to
your IQ, to your ID
hang
on, hang on
I'm
lonely
Oh. |
PRETTY LITTLE
THING 
PLACEBO
"The first album was a very sexual
record, packed full of youthful vigor and lust" - Brian