Go!
Breathe... easy
Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores.
No-one matters
(No-one matters)
No-one cares
He whispered,
"Oh my God, this really is a joy to behold"
I thought he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close.
It was a grave mistake, he never came back again
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids
I'm not saying that you're responsible
Miserable for one, for all
I've spend too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants
Sobbing into my warm, pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements
I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs
'96, '98, 2000, 2002!, 2004!,
Oh my God!, oh my God!, will it end?
We got nostalgic, ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit,
Collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses
None of it mattered
(None of it matters)
Nobody cared
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids
I'm not saying that you're responsible
Miserable for one, for all
I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex
(No dignity)
I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself
Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you.
Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to.
Breathe... easy
Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores.
No-one matters
(No-one matters)
No-one cares
He whispered,
"Oh my God, this really is a joy to behold"
I thought he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close.
It was a grave mistake, he never came back again
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids
I'm not saying that you're responsible
Miserable for one, for all
I've spend too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants
Sobbing into my warm, pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements
I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs
'96, '98, 2000, 2002!, 2004!,
Oh my God!, oh my God!, will it end?
We got nostalgic, ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit,
Collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses
None of it mattered
(None of it matters)
Nobody cared
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids
I'm not saying that you're responsible
Miserable for one, for all
I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex
(No dignity)
I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself
Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you.
Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to.
Lyrics submitted by shrodes
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For a better understanding of her dietary requirements"
Sobbing into my warm, pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements"
She's obviously been giving guys oral sex in restaurants. It's commonly noted that if you're on your knees in a men's restroom, that's what you're doing. The bit about her dietary requirements is in reference to her swallowing the semen. It's mostly protein so.. yeah. So either he's been in there, replicating what she's been doing to try to understand (aka also giving head) or he's just been in there, sans giving head, trying to figure out why she's been doing that. Both result in him crying into his hands.
just what i hear...
Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores.
No-one matters
No-one cares
He whispered "oh my god this really is a joy to behold"
I thought he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close
It was a grave mistake, he never came back again
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids
I'm not saying that you're responsible
Miserable, for one, for all
I've spent too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants,
sobbing into my worn pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements
I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs
96, 98, 200, 2002, 2004
Oh my god, will it end?
We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit,
collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses
None of it mattered
Nobody cares
I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex (no dignity),
I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself
Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you
Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to
96, 98, 2000, 2002, 2004
Oh my god, will it end?"
england defeats in major football tournaments! gareth's a massive football fanatic, used to post about the band on a football forum i was on back in 2005 when LC! started.
that's just that part, the theme is self-explanatory.
"Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores."
It doesn't matter if you hold onto to tangible representations of these shitty memories because whether you do or you don't, you're empty handed either way. You gain nothing.
"I'm not saying there's good in none of this
Miserabilia to show the kids"
The song isn't condemning the collection of these kind of sad trophies, it's only natural that we do it, but in the end just about the only benefit it'll serve is maybe to further illustrate these stories if you choose to tell them to your friends or kids.
Most of the song is illustrating memories which might lead you to collect 'miserabilia' such as loving someone too much and scaring them away, getting cheated on, and your favourite team losing (if datewithikea is right.). As well as further explaining the real nature of the things we collect ( "scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses" ).
It must also be said that 'miserabilia' and the stuff we collect isn't limited to physical things but memories as well.
96, 98, 2000, 2002, 2004
Oh my god, will it end?"
england defeats in major football tournaments!"
A Welsh England supporter? Seems unlikely.
A lot of these lyrics don't exactly seem to pertain to the others, but it's brilliant nonetheless; sacrificing clarity for a nice rhyme/play on words is usually worthwhile in my opinion.