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Monday, May 22, 2006

I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries

Here's the lyrics to a couple of the new songs. There are a few gaps, but I'm pretty sure that most of them are correct! These will probably change by the time they appear on the new album, but at least you'll be able to sing along to the good quality Coachella recordings that I posted a few weeks ago.

I reckon these two songs are a match for any of Bloc Party's previous material, both lyrically and musically, and I can't wait to hear the studio versions. 'Uniform' looks set to be Bloc's longest song to date - an epic three-part opus, whilst 'Waiting For The 7.18' is a warm, tender track which gradually morphs into a post-rock influenced soundscape. Beautiful!

Waiting For The 7.18

Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary eyed and forlorn
The Northern line is still ours

...
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
The sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
Daydreaming about the summertime

If I could do it again, I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again, I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Uniform

There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
Every town now just felt the same
The tear on my cheek just dried up; it wasn't there
All the young people looked the same

'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt

Did you forget your blues on the weekend?
The internet will keep us together
MTV taught me how to sulk and love nothing
And how to grow my hair long

'Cause we're so handsome...

Why do you go picking fights that you'll lose?
So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you?
'Cause I was brave, intelligent; I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted under the age of fourteen
...my joy and pain is relative
I've gotten so good at lying to myself

Oh!
Well my pain and honour is used up
Oh! Oh! Oh!
My guns are rusted

So when're you gonna realise
Those are not your wrongs to right?
Have another life, have another...

I am a martyr, I just need a motive
I am a martyr, I just need a cause
I'm a believer, I just need a motive
I'm a believer, I just need a cause

We're finding it hard to be alone
We're finding it hard to break the mould
We're finding it hard to excite myself
We have nothing at all to say

Uniform

There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
All the young people looked the same

Labels: A_Weekend_In_The_City

¶ 2:08 PM

Comments:

I love that line
"Let's drive to brighton on the weeekendddd" - gordy's driving that one :P

# posted by

AG : 12:25 PM

Also in the verse after

The northerns lines are ours or someting

its

sitting inside after working hours
ive got nothing to add in contempt.

# posted by

AG : 12:27 PM

I think, Like Eating Glass is longer, or as long as Uniform. And Uniform is as genial as Like Eating Glass. I just can't wait to hear the new album!

# posted by

Anonymous : 3:28 PM

before the line in uniform where he says "my pain and join is relative" its "since you were wrong, thoroughly, my joy and pain is relative"

# posted by

Anonymous : 6:45 PM

I live in Brighton!
Feels good.

# posted by

Anonymous : 9:51 PM

I think the verse in Waiting for The 7.18 after:

"The Northern Line is the loudest."

I think it's
"Sitting in silence after working bars / I've got nothing to add or contest."

Paddydude
xx

# posted by

Anonymous : 4:34 PM

cheers paddy :D

# posted by

James : 1:33 AM