팀의 이슈 메이커였던 기타리스트 리치 제임스 에드워즈가 실종되었다. 팀은 해체될 줄 알았건만, 왠걸, 이들은 "그래도 나아가야 한다"며 다시 노래한다. 과거를 잊겠다는 의지와 그래도 나아가겠다는 의지가 충돌하여 빚어낸 사운드는 팝적인 측면에서 본다면 걸작이다. 데뷔앨범의 질주감을 잃었다는 비난도 있지만, 그래도 이들은 나아가기를 원했다. 그리고 이 앨범은 이들의 사운드가 지향하는 전환점이 되었다. .... ....
[Repeat: x2] 20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quaff Overweight and out of date
Oh well
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery American trilogy in Lancashire pottery Is so fucking funny, don't you know Is so fucking funny, don't you know
All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All American trilogy the future's dead, fundamentally It's so fucking funny, it's absurd It's so fucking funny, it's absurd
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky
There are no sunsets just silence You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words for the blind have eyes
I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God
There are times when you feel hopeless Just for once for no-one else we are blameless The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied
I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God
Hold me she said love me to death
I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God
I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God
Conscience binds you in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured
Killed God blood soiled unclean again Killed God blood soiled skin dead again Again everywhere again
All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always
Never grown preserved gently A bronze moth dies easily Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending
Aimless rut of my own perception Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me
All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill
Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I've been here for much too long This is the past that's mine
I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia
Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the very last time It's twelve o'clock till midnight There must be someone to blame
I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia
Australia, in Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia In Australia In Australia In Australia
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have left us
Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what we see inside to what we see inside
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did A beautiful landscape of your nation Another era is not forthcoming Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have left us
Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside What you see inside
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow Say where you're coming from Say what you have
Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside to what you see inside
The further away I get from you The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else
The happier I am when I'm with you The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone
The harder I try to learn something from you Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away
The stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe The draining away just like an old man's dream Just like an old man's dream
The simpler the answer the harder it can get The circular landscape comes back only with regret Only with regret
The more estranged I feel from my youth further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away Further away Further away Further away
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised Just take a look at the whites of my eyes See me now and I will apologise For me for you we knew they were lies
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive It may have worked but at what price What's the point in always looking back When all you see is more and more junk
It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe richer maybe wiser Seems so easy to not go too far Beg me to stop hate my face I know They tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep Nothing here but the stains on my teeth No not blood just liquid from you I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner Feel the cold of a winter It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming