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Born in burial gowns, we say sex slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures and motionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute line makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence in this closet no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all
Too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside
Always looked for walls to lean beside
Too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice
Always looked for shade to cover your eyes
Self pity itself is so shallow
i am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello Mr. Simpson you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine a man prays painless
Coalescing mind, I hid in rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
the mind is the smallest prison of all,
I fear in there, I burn, I veer,
as a boy without touch feels
through his fall, through his fall.
too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside,
always looked for walls, to lean beside,
too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice
always looked for shade, too cover your eyes.
Song Info
Submitted by
shiverforme On Apr 25, 2002
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Interesting version of the lyrics, I rather like them. Here are the real ones though:
Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly You soon wish you couldn't see at all Tortured in the mind, six voices alone Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right And a cute lie makes everything uptight To kill your dream before it's considered To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger Than to ask a friend to call Suspicion knows nothing And is known for not much at all Much at all
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes
Self-pity yourself is so shallow I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone Whiskey Mac aroma, peace of mind Hello Mr Samsa, you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms Cannot give anything, I never could
Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes The mind is the smallest prison of all Offering there upon offering As a ball with a touch feels through its fall Through its fall
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes
Prison it's only four walls but sometimes the mind is the smallest prison of all, is the best description of my teenage years!
One of my favourite Manics' songs. Not sure what its about though :'( WHY WASNT IT ON ANY CDS!?!?
A tough one to transcribe this, for sure! I think cfof is correct. This is one of the best Manics songs (a B-side on the 'Revol' single (THB-era)).
A perfect, simple (and incredibly heavy) acoustic riff with the most personal lyrics by richey, which perfectly evoke the working psychology of both depression ("to kill your dream before it's considered...") and pathological anxiety (not the version on JDB's arm!) ("and a cute lie makes everything uptight"). There's even a great general insight ("suspicion knows nothing, and is known for not much at all"), which I found use for in a debate with a global-warming denier.
This is one of my absolute favorite songs ever (if not the only) its just so freaking beautiful poetry that i can never describe,but yet,the strange thing is i can understand (sub/unconsciously) the whole song,i cant translate it sort of for u but i definitely understand every word of it,and i relate to the most of the parts except 10 years of bleeding inside (mine might be like 4 years, but i think richey was 24 at the time,which leaves out 14 as the age that everything changed because he went to the comprehensive school and all that) and whiskey part, thanks god im not a drinker yet But the rest really makes me ,idk feel bad and good at the same time, because its just very saddening to know to what degree things had gone bad for him [never share sadness,mine a man prays (i think it actually is "bleeds") painless] That is i guess why no one got how bad things were until well... Im sorry to look so deep but the song itself represents a deep meaning to whatever misery in life. Its too cold here to richey, im sorry.