Květen 2008

The Meeting Place

31. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
The colder the night gets,
The further she strays.
And he doesn't like it,
Being this way.
And she tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place,
But her heart had led her there.
She clings to his consciousness,
Wherever he lays.
He struggles to sleep at night and during the day.
He's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place.
His love had left him there.
Where her voice still echoes,
I'm sorry I met you darling,
I'm sorry I met you.
As she turned into the night, all he has was the words,
I'm sorry I met you darling,
I'm sorry I left you.
For weeks they had strolled around,
Playing the fools.
They knew the time would come and time would be cruel
Because it is cruel to everyone
He's crying out from the meeting place
He's stranded himself there

Andyho nová kapela?

28. května 2008 v 11:15 | Martin Novák |  Zajímavosti
Andy se v interview s Digital Spy zmínil o nové kapele, kterou dal dohromady s Drew McConnellem (The Reverend, Babyshambles) a rapperem Lowkeyem.
Jmenovat by se měla Mongrel. V současné době by se v Londýně měla nahrávat jejich deska.Půjde o směsici reggae a taneční hudby.
Andy prohlásil, že by za bicími viděl nejraději Matta Helderse. Tak uvidíme, jestli se Matt nechá zlákat další skupinou.
Zde si můžete poslechnout jeden z projektů, na kterém se Andy podílel (dle mého názoru jen pro silné nátury): Lords of Flatbush

In My Room

28. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
In my room she'll get to you
In my room she'll get to you
In my room

Could I turn on the light
Inpress unknown eyes
Humour absorbs the thoughts
Challenge emotionless thoughts
Seeing things with a second glance
As she turns through her magazines

In my room she'll get to you
In my room she'll get to you
In my room

Could I turn on the light
Inpress unknown eyes
Humour absorbs the thoughts
Lift up your sorted heads
Played like dancing fools
Turning the tension round
Building up silent sounds

Just another day
Oh in my room
Shruck out like before
Oh in my room
Room
Room
Room
Room

I Don't Like You Any More

25. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
I don't like you anymore
And fallen for the phone again
Enticed me for a second time today
Only for me to realise the same

I don't like you anymore
Cracked and your face is changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let your repeat and repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As you turn through the midnight corridors

Can we keep in your resent
Retire to the setting a hint
Drying in an old familiar cast
Twitching as I fear it's far too late

Cause I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore

I don't like you anymore
Cracked and your face is changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat and repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As you turn through the midnight corridors

And there's stuff in the corridors
There is no escape from these
No offence to your trap and be your disease
Well you are just a something to cease
And you swear that you think that you tease
But you pout which is about
And your final lie can be described as fine
It can be described as fine

Black Plant

16. května 2008 v 0:01
He bit your lip
And on the tip
Of your tongue
Was your view
The heavy belt
With how you felt
In ways
That tilted you

The paper cuts
From the love letter
You never gave him
Could not meet
Your new found meat
A misbehaving lie

Why
Why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you say
Why would you say

You said there
Was a nagging lack of smiles
Went dancing on your back
Tenderness a plenty book
That wasn't what you craved
His whole thin heart desire
Start to make demands
And he adored you
Would be a fool
To make your plans with her

Why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you
Why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you

When it's just one
Of many bullets
You will bite
While waiting
For a ray of light
Waiting
For a ray of light
Waiting
For a ray of light

The paper cuts
From the love letter
You never gave him
Could not meet
Your new found meat
A misbehaving lie

Why
Why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you
Why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you say sorry
Oh, why would you
Why would you say sorry

My Mistakes Were Made For You

13. května 2008 v 0:01
As subtle as an earthquake I know,
My mistakes were made for you.
And in the back-room of a bad dream she came,
And whisked me away, enthused
And it's as solid as a rock, rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will, hit something
On the hazardous terrain
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were
And we scrambled from the blame
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out.
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
She was spitting on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, she's not
I suspect that now forever, the shape, she came to escape
Is forgot.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything
Around your guilty conscience she will wind
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were
And we scrambled from the blame
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out,
Around your guilty conscience she will wind.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything,
Innocence and arrogance intwined

Only The Truth

10. května 2008 v 0:01
Only the truth
She reckoned she owed
Only the truth
She reckoned she owes

The way she walks
Is scripted and taught
Don't give her an eye
She snipered your mind
See by her hands
That she's been there before
She lifts up her glass
As if to bring down a mess

Only the truth
She reckoned she owes
Only the truth
She reckoned she owes

Climbing the stairs
As if to follow her there
Her golden lace boots
May stop your right there
Hands on your arm
She greets all your friends
Twist of a lime
It seems a bitter end

Only the truth
She reckoned she owes
Only the truth
She reckoned she owes

The girl with many
Different strategies
Wakes the wolves
To curse them
To their knees
She's in the one
By the riverbank
So it's easier for her
To drown you
And she claims
Oh, she claims

It's only the truth
She holds in her hands
It's only the truth
She holds in her hands

The Chamber

7. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
Leave yourself alone
Leave yourself alone
(Leave yourself alone)
Can't you see
You're only here
To be torn apart
Based upon
And nothing else

So leave yourself alone
Leave yourself alone
Tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time
That I am worse

And I would wish they'd all
Give him a chance
I owe apologies
So tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time

It's torture
Locked inside the chamber

Cornered by yourself
Cornered by yourself
(Cornered by yourself)
You must admit
That you are the instigator
Hanging on to arguements

And your cornered
By yourself
Cornered by yourself

It's torture
Locked inside the chamber
Lost inside the chamber
Locked inside the chamber

About right I think

Separate And Ever Deadly

4. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back
And now the pavements
Have nothing to offer
And all the faces seem to need a slap

There's an unfamiliar grip
On an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks
I wouldn't notice
With you no matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabs onto my throat and won't let go

Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go

Save me from
The secateurs
I'll pretend
I didn't hear
Can't you see
I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs

There's a handsome maverick
You don't talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help
But try create diversion???
Pulls you back onto his arm

Please don't tell me
You don't have to darling I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed
Their pink panthers in your defence
He stands separate and ever deadly
Clings onto my throat and won't let go

Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go

Save me from
The secateurs
I'll pretend
I didn't hear
Can't you see
I'm a ghost
In the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs

Calm Like You

1. května 2008 v 0:01 | Martin Novák
I can still remember
When your city smelt exciting
I still get a whiff
Of that aroma now and then
Burglary and fireworks
The skies they were alighting
Accidents and toffee drops
And thinking on the train

Oh, he was young, in the frost
No regard for the cost
Of saying his feelings
In the moment they were felt
And if he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops
Then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye

Summertime made promises
It knew it couldn't keep
The fairytale was climbing up
A mountain far too steep
Colouring the pictures
With your loyal hand
Now I am craving heartbreak
While you're making your demands

Oh, he was young, in the frost
No regard for the cost
Of saying his feelings
In the moment they were felt
And if he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops
Then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye

If he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops
Then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye