No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I want to be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I want to be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
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Little Baby Nothing Lyrics as written by Nicholas Jones James Bradfield
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The line "you are pure, you are snow" is especially intersting. Richey always seemed to view snow as perfection or purity (see 4st 7lb "I want to walk in the snow and not soil its purity") but in this case, it refers to the masculine side. So he's saying that society views this as perfection for a male and the rest are condemned to a life of being "useless sluts" despite the fact that he holds this in much higher esteem.
By the way, "culture, alienation, boredom and despair" according to Richey was the central theme for every Manics song, their actions and their reasons for creating art. It was the original working title for Generation Terrorists but the record company said it was too depressing and not PC, preferring Generation Terrorists. And lets be perfectly honest, that's not really PC either!!!
That last part always gets me, it's just such a good melody.
And of course the lyrics have richey written all over them.
I love how he can get away with being so blunt. He was one of those guys that just had the credibility that so many lack.
Following Kylie's split from her writing and producing team and before she reinvented herself as a dance musician, she recorded an album which featured songs written and produced by Bradfield and Wire.
Note the socialist/communist note too in the line "all they leave behind is money: paper made out of broken twisted trees", devaluating the value of money.