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Builder Of Routines Lyrics
I've sealed myself in
Laminated all of my skin
Sellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we see our end
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of Routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine our mend
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
Laminated all of my skin
Sellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you can we see our end
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you can we imagine our mend
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
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Submitted by
manic4manics On Oct 06, 2013
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"It’s an odd little ditty I think. Very short for us, and as technological as we’ll ever get because it was written by text message. James and Sean were in Hansa in Berlin and I was under a mountain of shit. My Dad was in hospital, and my wife was in hospital, the kids had norovirus and I was just mopping up sick and shit, amazingly I didn’t get ill but everyone else was so poorly. I’ve never been through so many Flash wipes and so much Domestos in my entire life. I was walking round in rubber gloves. It was proper Howard Hughes, I had face masks on and everything, but there you go. Out of misery a flower blossomed. We’d arranged this two week session in Hansa which I was so looking forward to, and everyone did get slightly better so I thought I might go for the last four days- and then I got snowed in. James said, 'Have you got anything going?' So I texted him that and within two days they’d done that track. I didn’t even write it down on paper, which I’ve never done before. It’s about crawling through the ship wreckage and still trying, I guess like a junkie will try and get some semblance of justification and routine, I’m always obsessed with how, in whatever situation I’m in, trying to invent that one bit of stability to keep it all together. Sean plays this amazing flugelhorn solo which I love, it’s very ‘God Only Knows’, something about it lifts the song out of the pit. Something about how you’ve been through all of that and now you’re out."
-Nicky Wire