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Откуда Northern Ireland
Жанры Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы A&M Records
Spitfire Records
Wiiija
Ark 21 Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Andy Cairns
Michael McKeegan
Neil Cooper
Бывшие участники
Fyfe Ewing
Martin McCarrick
Graham Hopkins



Альбом Therapy?


Suicide Pact - You First (1999)
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Big Cave In
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Hey, baby, I dig your scars
I think you're smart, but they think you're kind of stupid
You don't say much, I don't care
They think you're strange, but I think it's kinda sexy

You're kind of lovely in an ugly way
Your feet scratch together, in my two-time waltz
I think you have a lot to say
I think it's strange but I think it's kind of fun

And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
But he's not that kind of girl

Hey baby, I dig your scars
They think you're smart, but I think you're kinda stupid
You don't say much, I don't care
They think you're strange, but I think it's kinda fucking fun

And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
But he's not that kind of girl

And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
And I can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
Can't believe you're still stuck to me
Can't believe you're still stuck to this world
But he's not that kind of girl

Somebody, please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody, please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody, please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody, please, get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole

Yeah, yeah

. . .


Hit me

This is your life, so why do you do it?
You see it all like a film but I'm not in it
You don't like my attitude, or my tact
But I don't care, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it
You don't like my attitude, or my tact
But I don't give a shit, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je suis l'etranger, ne pas deranger
(translation from French:
I am the foreigner, do not disturb)

Just drive me into the central reservation

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

(Cos that's the perfect ) boredom sway
And I'll invite them back to mine
The end of dialing nine, nine, nine, the fools
I drive her back to the bargain of sticks
Play reveille on a pile of bricks
( they ) leave (me/them) (writing) six, six, six

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me

. . .


Well you walk just like a tourist and I know where you're coming from
'Cause you come from underneath the same stone that I have often crawled
And I know you need music more than you need love
Only you can get some answers, tell you where you're coming from

Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
Answer me now, when this has failed
There'll be no release, from your jam jar jail

Ethics antiquated, want them to stay that way
The best thing about this place is that you know that you're leaving some day
And I know you need music more than you need love
Patented cells, pregnant men, tell you where you're coming from

Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
And it'll get you in the end
When it fails, your jam jar jail

Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
Hang on, don't panic, you feel, you're damaged
And it will give you a massive high
No escape

Jam jar jail
Jam jar jail
Jam jar jail
Jam jar jail
Jam jar jail

. . .


Was, meint ihr, will aus diesem kindlein werden?
Gutes oder böses?

Today's just an endless wait
Skull monkeys running through my head
Skylight, police car on fire
Someone get me to the end on time

Just exist, it's the easy way
Our elders only count on poppy day
I'm only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory
A cup of poisoned joy
We're the Devil's playthings
Satan's little helpers

A handful of sour glory
And a cup of poisoned joy
God's mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy

All this panic, just to keep us down
Get me up before the air runs out
I'm only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory
A cup full of poisoned joy
We're the Devil's playthings
Satan's little helpers
All God's mistakes

A handful of sour glory
And a cup of poisoned joy
We're the Devil's playthings, baby
Hate, kill and destroy

A handful of sour glory
And a cup of poisoned joy
We're the Devil's playthings
We're Satan's little helpers

A handful of sour glory
And a cup of poisoned joy
We're the Devil's playthings
Hate, kill and destroy

. . .

Big Cave In

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Me and you used to be like brothers
On the nights we got drunk to each other
You know me, I used to have some wit
It ended up in a shit filled sandpit

We come from across the border
We drink the six mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

That time when things got better
We'd take trips across the wire
Like the night we took the mad acid
Swore we saw the City Hall on fire

We come from across the border
We drink the six mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
But I'm not ready for home

Bukowski Day, I'm gonna miss it
We'd get together each month for a day
All the memories I have are
Decked out in Presbyterian grey

We came from across the border
We drank the six mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
But I'm not ready for home

Now me and you don't talk of one another
It never really started out that way
I always meant to write you a letter
Always meant to call you some day

We came from across the border
We drank the six mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
But I'm not ready for home

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry

. . .


This is my vision
And this is my way
And I won't back down
This is my land
And this is my way
And I won't back down

It's already here
It's finally come for me, sweetness
Today of all days
But that was my past
And I won't look back
But I won't back down

Change my world
Shake it to the wall
Change my world
Something's wrong
Change my world
Shake it to the wall
Change my world
Today

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

And it's not the end yet
Don't send me flowers, 'cause I'm not dead yet
I'm not suicidal
I'm just bored

And don't pull the trigger
'Cause I'm just a singer
Tonight, baby, I'm the gormless jester
A fake smile and a phoney gesture

Change my world
Shake it to the wall
Change my world
Something's wrong
Change my world
Shake it to the wall
Change my world
Today

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

Suicide pact
Suicide pact
Suicide pact
You first

. . .


Well, trust little you to take it to a level
You want, but don't understand
Back up the truck, Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don't wanna dirty your hands
Napoleon complex, lower than low
High enough to think you can try
Over the side, the ship goes down
I'm still around to testify

So bring on the Sturm und Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You're just another company man

Well I must admit some mornings when it hits
I don't wanna do it my way
I see you and your worthless crew
Fighting to get on the runway
Dizzy, dizzy heights, terrifying lows
Don't look around, just climb
I'll see you later when you come back to me
'Cause everybody gets a little Judas sometimes

So here's the Sturm und Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You're just another company man

Well, trust little you to take it to a level
You want, but don't understand
Back up the truck, Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don't wanna dirty your hands

'Cause you can't

So bring on the Sturm und Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
You're just another company man
You're just another company man
You're just another company man
Man, man, man, man

. . .


Naked as I am
I'm a happy/sad bulk of a man
And I can show you everything
But I'm just doing the best that I can
And there are no escapes
Come join me in my world
And the exits are all blocked off
My girl

You were very young
When the law came to take you away
You had that stuff in your hair
Get you in troubles some day
There's no let up or no respite
No answers in anyway
God bless ya

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

. . .


I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
There's something wrong with me
One fix, a quick release

For you
For you
For you
Other people's misery

I had some confidence
I had some kind of grace
But it's caught up with me
One fix, a quick release

For you
For you
For you
Other people's misery

I had a love of life, I had a stable mind
I had a love of life, I had a stable mind
I had a love of life, I had a stable mind
I had a love of life, I had a stable mind

For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
Other people's misery
Other people's misery

. . .


Hey sister (What am I in for?)
What am I in for? (What is this place, and who are these people?)
What is this place? (Miles of wires, flourescent lights)
Who are these people? (Crimson faces, familiar hatred)

Miles of wires, flourescent lights
Crimson faces, familiar hatred
Miles of wires, flourescent lights
Crimson faces, knuckle necklace

Sister I'm lost
And I'm taking you with me
Wherever I go
Yeah, I'm taking you with me
'Cause sister I'm lost

And it's raining (Like I've never seen)
Like I've never seen (Thick red hot in pregnant drops)
Thick red hot in pregnant drops (I scratch my skin, I can't sleep, I'm barely awake)
I scratch my skin, I can't sleep (I'm suffocating in an open space)
I'm barely awake (I can't sleep)
I'm suffocating (I'm barely awake)
An open space (I'm suffocating in an open space)
I can't sleep
I'm barely awake (I can't sleep)
I'm suffocating (I'm barely awake)
I'm suffocating

Sister I'm lost
And I'm taking you with me
Wherever I go
Yeah, I'm taking you with me
'Cause sister I'm lost

Sister I'm lost
Sister I'm lost
Sister I'm lost

And I can't sit still (And I can't relax)
I can't relax (And I can't sit still)
(It's like trying to find my way out of someone else's nightmare)
(Trying to find my way out of someone else's nightmare)
(When does this madness end?)

Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man
(When does this madness end?)

Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man
(When does this madness end?)

'Cause sister I'm lost
And I'm bringing you with me (When does this madness end?)
Wherever I go
Yeah, I'm bringing you with me (When does this madness end?)

Sister I'm lost
And I'm taking you with me (When does this madness end?)
Wherever I go
Yeah, I'm taking you with me (When does this madness end?)
'Cause sister I'm lost (End, end, end, end)

Sister I'm lost
Sister I'm lost
Sister I'm lost
Sister I'm lost

Lost afternoons
Measuring time in spoons

. . .


I've left my tiny home
()
The tiny one
The tiny one
With the garden in disarray
All this on my thank-you list
(Find/fun) nothing
Here comes a big green one

Strike me down
With my body and mind synchronised
Let the wicked fall into the traps of the insects
Whilst I pursue my way unharmed
Someone for one
Hippos are sensitive to sounds
From my hearing they can hear rocks below us
Elephants also
Elephants also pick up my
Yes
Oh, yes

Think dirt
Think dirt
Think dirt

Small boy
Ronald Reagan

Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops-a-daisy

The reason I can't sleep at night
The thoughts of this room as me and you
Justify the whole and all I can't name chords on tape

()
She's only weak
Her mother was torn to smitherines
Once a couple moved to Australia
So the youngsters wouldn't know they have seen
Green land everywhere
Green land everywhere

There's a gentleman eating his (soil) as I fucking speak
Yeah
I'm gonna flick through the () you fucking ()

Thank you for Vietnam
Thank you for Vietnam

Right, come on, this is () the fucking
Sing here, come on
Get these fucking pages sorted out for boys and girls
Come on
Yeah

Thank you for Vietnam

A step forward or a step behind?
I don't know, no, I just don't know
To the deepest part of the ocean
Below the ocean or behind the sky
I don't know, no, I just don't know
Am I finding somebody to help me
Or am I loosing my mind?
I don't know, no, I just don't know
I can't sleep () wake up (or that one) before

I still don't know, man
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)
There's a fire in the (hole)

(Now I'm /You) gonna follow? (what's causing this f**king??? )
Let's go, let's fucking move it
But I've got
I've got the remote control in my right hand and microphone in my left
That doesn't, right, OK, just gonna fucking go for it
And I'll shoot (your/through) fucking walls

Thank you for Vietnam
Thank you for Vietnam

Argh
Believe it or not, doesn't matter
Give it back, give it back
That's the one
I am God, yes
() some lateral thinking ()
Fuck me
No way (I will tell you)
I want more ()

. . .


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