Follow The Cops Back Home

The call to arms was never true
Time to embody here’s to you
I’ll tell you stories bruised and blue
Drum machines and landslides
Just one more round before we’re through
More psychedelic yuppie blue
It’s such a silly thing to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
Rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
Let’s take a ride and push it through
Suspended in animation blue
Blame it on apartheid
Let’s spend the night in Jimmy Choo's
I’ll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I’ll give you nothing else to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
Rob their houses
Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back home
Rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
I’m medicated, how are you?
Let’s take a dive swim right through
Sophisticated point of view

Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back homeAnd
Rob their houses
Let’s follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let’s follow the cops back homeAnd
Rob their houses


Follow The Cops Back Home
From the new Placebo CD, 'MEDS'

Country Feedback

This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,These clothes don’t fit us right
I’m to blame
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair cut tight and high
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight,
junk garage
Winter rain,
a honey potCrazy,
all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need this
I need this


Country Feedback by REM

Under a Blood Red Sky

You know. My hour and a half drive home for work is really not that bad.I just put in a good CD and watch the show in the sky

In your room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Will I always be here

In your room by Depeche Mode

Precious

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Precious by Depeche Mode

James Dean 

Compulsion

Charms in limited supply and refusing to stretch
That indefinable nothing somehow keeps pushing you
Finding the right words can be a problem
How many times must it be said
theres no plan it had to happen

Got to move on sometime and its about time
By putting one foot in front of another
And repeating the process cross over the street
You’re free to change your mind
Strength through diversity
Couldn’t have put it more plainly

Got to move on sometimes
Got to move on sometimes
Got to move on sometimes
Got to move on sometimes

Charms in limited supply under Threat of extinction
That indefinable nothing somehow motivates you
Finding the right words can be a problem
How many times must it be said
Theres no plan it had to happen

Got to move on sometimes
And its about time
By putting one foot in front of another
And repeating the process
Cross over the street
You’re free to change your mind
Strength through Diversity
Couldn’t have put it more plainly

Got to move on sometimes

Compulsion By Martin Gore

Disintegration

oh you miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss
before you feed the stench of a love for a younger
meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts
in deep the holding up on bended knees the
addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts
the need to just let go of your party piece


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monkey in the moon

once i was so sure, once i was so blind
wonder what you said if you read my mind
angel in a car, devil on a cross
scarecrows in the fields, jesus on the rocks
letters in the rain. rabbit on the run
god was made for you, lizards for the sun
monkey in the moon, i can see you through
monkey in the moon, this one's made for you

20 Years To Go

Thems the breaks
Before we designer fakes
But it's you I take cos you're the truth, not I

There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass and end too fast you know

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope

That's the end - and that's the start of it
That's the whole - and that's the part of it
That's the high - and that's the heart of it
That's the long - and that's the short of it
That's the best - and that's the test in it
That's the doubt - the doubt, the trust in it
That's the sight - and that's the sound of it
That's the gift - and that's the trick in it

You're the truth, not I

and as I stared I counted
webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides