This is one of my favorite articles about MUSE, all the way back from the Absolution era. Somehow it never fails to remind me why I love MUSE so much, — because the people behind the music are even more interesting that the music itself (and considering the band’s epic sound, that’s saying a lot!).
There is much to be said about living life to the fullest excess available…
Muse have never been a band to do things by halves. If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing, and then overdoing some more. That’s the attitude that’s taken them to the brink of arena-level success with precious little hype, and that’s the attitude that will get them pleasantly plastered on Beaujolais Nouveau this afternoon at a wine-tasting fair in rural France.
On a day off from a tour of European aircraft hangars, rather than sitting around getting stoned on a tour bus like most bands, they use their time for cultural enrichment such as this. And they tackle it with the systematic maximalism of men who like to eat life for breakfast of a morning.
Not for Muse a casual wander round the wine fair, pausing to taste the odd tempting grape. No, they pick up the list of around 36 different wines, and proceed to taste every last one of them, ticking them off one by one, awarding marks out of 10 and noting down comments on taste (such as “mould” and “Christmas” – your guess is as good as mine). And where everyone else here today spits out their wine in the buckets provided, lest they become too intoxicated, Muse swallow.
“I have to swallow it to really appreciate the taste,” reckons singer Matt Bellamy, displaying exactly the kind of bon viveur philosophy that you feel a selfrespecting rock’n'roll band should have.
Then again, you may just think “what a bunch of pretentious little pissheads”. That’s always been the problem with Muse. For every music fan who sees them as inspired eccentrics, carving their own lovably unfashionable niche in a revived British rock scene, there’s another who can’t believe anyone is stupid enough to fall for this modern-day pomp rock folly.
It’s not hard to see why Muse can seem like the anathema of good taste and great art in the 21st century. Their last two albums were called Absolution and The Origin Of Symmetry, titles you can imagine Fields Of The Nephilim using.
Then there’s that intense seriousness that is often taken for self-importance. The echoes of OK Computer-era Radiohead. Matt Bellamy’s melodramatic, hyperventilating holler. The dreaded “classical influence”. And the unapologetic way they embrace the kind of stadium rock and prog metal cliches that were supposed to have been chased out of town decades ago.
Yet if it’s easy to see why Muse have had their detractors, it’s also clear why they’ve got a No 1 album across Europe and look well on their way to Coldplay-sized status. To put it coldly, they tap into the young rock fan’s self-absorption in the same way as Radiohead, personified by Matt Bellamy’s flailing, overwrought wail of a voice.
But they also have a similar calibre of sublimely mournful melodies, like super-heavy hymns, which nevertheless come with unashamedly addictive pop hooks attached. Most of all they understand that, as Bryan Adams once noted, “the kids wanna rock”. Their sound is built on a gutbattering bass rumble that combines the visceral bludgeon of industrial hardcore and the muddy snarl of grunge.
As such, they surely cannot fail. If Muse hadn’t been so totally out of step with every musical trend of the past decade, you’d have sworn that it was all cynically cooked up from marketing demographics and focus groups.
These are no rocking accountants, though. The band’s own lifestyle seems to fit their music. Matt Bellamy is famously the owner of a Paramotor, a kind of personal jet pack. If Keith Moon were alive today, he would surely have one himself.
Muse are also boy racers like the rockers of the old school, invariably arsing around off-roading or racing monster trucks with wings on their days off. Previous Muse tours have been veritable orgies of drunken excess, even if they do prefer wine tasting these days.
Far from being the kind of band put together in north London through ads in the back of music papers, Muse are the original gang band, still only in their mid-20s, and yet they’ve been together 10 years, originally forming at school in Teignmouth, Devon. And from the start, they were never afraid to rock.
“When I go and see a band I like a full-on live show,” says Matt. “I was into bands like Rage Against The Machine. I don’t get it when a band doesn’t show that they like their own music.”
“With a lot of bands,” says drummer Dom Howard, “you wonder why on earth they’re up there on stage, if they don’t want to get into it – go and get a proper job. They’re bored with what they’re doing, and it’s like they’re saying, ‘Right, give me the money and let me get out of here.’ I’m not really like that.”
That much is obvious from the second they enter stage left at the amphitheatre in the Loire town of Angers tonight. Whatever you think of their records, Muse are an awesome live band, putting on the kind of arena show that other bands are too shackled, by lack of imagination or too much uptight cool, to even attempt.
They come on stage to thundering militaristic drums in front of a backdrop of what looks like falling angels lit up against the night sky, and Bellamy takes his place behind a huge red upright piano keyboard, like Freddie Mercury playing the wizard of Oz. All he needs now is a cape and a hat.
“I see what you mean,” he tells me later, “I once nearly went on in a cloak with some Dracula fangs, but I bottled out in the end.”
Just as well, perhaps. As he plays the piano, white neon lights are lit up by each note, seemingly a homage to Close Encounters Of The Third Kind.
“I keep meaning to play the theme tune from it in the middle of a song,” chuckles Matt, “just to see if anyone gets the joke.”
Well, even if Muse are never quite joking, they’re certainly aware of the ridiculousness inherent in this kind of operatic rock, but choose to embrace it rather than shy away. In that sense there’s a strange kind of kinship between them and the Darkness, even if sometimes Muse’s apparent po-faces might make them appear poles apart from a band who practically play with revolving bow ties round their necks.
“I can see that,” says Matt. “We mix up taking it very seriously and not taking it seriously at all. The way we play live, some of it I’m completely lost in and totally intense but then the next I’m pulling some crappy rock pose and having a laugh. The contradiction is confusing for people, but I don’t see why you can’t have it both ways.”
Nor does anyone else watching Muse tonight. Tonight is one of those rare gigs where the whole crowd, from front to back, are jumping up and down in unison, rather than the front quarter. No chin-stroking required with this lot. This correspondent, for one, is embracing the madness. Which is why we end up discussing potential “event” gigs that Muse could do. If Pink Floyd can play at Pompeii, and Spiritualized can play gigs at the highest towers round the world, there must be something Muse can do to befit their own outsized musical vision.
“We’ve always had the idea of getting a huge fuck-off boat,” reveals Dom, “and sailing it around the coast of Britain with a stage on it, docking at a different port each night and playing a gig, in a tour round the coast of Britain. Maybe if we hired a supertanker – they’re about a mile long, aren’t they?”
Muse are quite happy to walk the line between high drama and high farce, because they know that infinitely more great rock music has been made by people throwing caution to the wind and following their heart than by anyone scared of losing their cool.
Like the man says, you have to swallow it, to appreciate the taste.
Go on, it won’t poison you.
There is much to be said about living life to the fullest excess available…
Muse have never been a band to do things by halves. If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing, and then overdoing some more. That’s the attitude that’s taken them to the brink of arena-level success with precious little hype, and that’s the attitude that will get them pleasantly plastered on Beaujolais Nouveau this afternoon at a wine-tasting fair in rural France.
On a day off from a tour of European aircraft hangars, rather than sitting around getting stoned on a tour bus like most bands, they use their time for cultural enrichment such as this. And they tackle it with the systematic maximalism of men who like to eat life for breakfast of a morning.
Not for Muse a casual wander round the wine fair, pausing to taste the odd tempting grape. No, they pick up the list of around 36 different wines, and proceed to taste every last one of them, ticking them off one by one, awarding marks out of 10 and noting down comments on taste (such as “mould” and “Christmas” – your guess is as good as mine). And where everyone else here today spits out their wine in the buckets provided, lest they become too intoxicated, Muse swallow.
“I have to swallow it to really appreciate the taste,” reckons singer Matt Bellamy, displaying exactly the kind of bon viveur philosophy that you feel a selfrespecting rock’n'roll band should have.
Then again, you may just think “what a bunch of pretentious little pissheads”. That’s always been the problem with Muse. For every music fan who sees them as inspired eccentrics, carving their own lovably unfashionable niche in a revived British rock scene, there’s another who can’t believe anyone is stupid enough to fall for this modern-day pomp rock folly.
It’s not hard to see why Muse can seem like the anathema of good taste and great art in the 21st century. Their last two albums were called Absolution and The Origin Of Symmetry, titles you can imagine Fields Of The Nephilim using.
Then there’s that intense seriousness that is often taken for self-importance. The echoes of OK Computer-era Radiohead. Matt Bellamy’s melodramatic, hyperventilating holler. The dreaded “classical influence”. And the unapologetic way they embrace the kind of stadium rock and prog metal cliches that were supposed to have been chased out of town decades ago.
Yet if it’s easy to see why Muse have had their detractors, it’s also clear why they’ve got a No 1 album across Europe and look well on their way to Coldplay-sized status. To put it coldly, they tap into the young rock fan’s self-absorption in the same way as Radiohead, personified by Matt Bellamy’s flailing, overwrought wail of a voice.
But they also have a similar calibre of sublimely mournful melodies, like super-heavy hymns, which nevertheless come with unashamedly addictive pop hooks attached. Most of all they understand that, as Bryan Adams once noted, “the kids wanna rock”. Their sound is built on a gutbattering bass rumble that combines the visceral bludgeon of industrial hardcore and the muddy snarl of grunge.
As such, they surely cannot fail. If Muse hadn’t been so totally out of step with every musical trend of the past decade, you’d have sworn that it was all cynically cooked up from marketing demographics and focus groups.
These are no rocking accountants, though. The band’s own lifestyle seems to fit their music. Matt Bellamy is famously the owner of a Paramotor, a kind of personal jet pack. If Keith Moon were alive today, he would surely have one himself.
Muse are also boy racers like the rockers of the old school, invariably arsing around off-roading or racing monster trucks with wings on their days off. Previous Muse tours have been veritable orgies of drunken excess, even if they do prefer wine tasting these days.
Far from being the kind of band put together in north London through ads in the back of music papers, Muse are the original gang band, still only in their mid-20s, and yet they’ve been together 10 years, originally forming at school in Teignmouth, Devon. And from the start, they were never afraid to rock.
“When I go and see a band I like a full-on live show,” says Matt. “I was into bands like Rage Against The Machine. I don’t get it when a band doesn’t show that they like their own music.”
“With a lot of bands,” says drummer Dom Howard, “you wonder why on earth they’re up there on stage, if they don’t want to get into it – go and get a proper job. They’re bored with what they’re doing, and it’s like they’re saying, ‘Right, give me the money and let me get out of here.’ I’m not really like that.”
That much is obvious from the second they enter stage left at the amphitheatre in the Loire town of Angers tonight. Whatever you think of their records, Muse are an awesome live band, putting on the kind of arena show that other bands are too shackled, by lack of imagination or too much uptight cool, to even attempt.
They come on stage to thundering militaristic drums in front of a backdrop of what looks like falling angels lit up against the night sky, and Bellamy takes his place behind a huge red upright piano keyboard, like Freddie Mercury playing the wizard of Oz. All he needs now is a cape and a hat.
“I see what you mean,” he tells me later, “I once nearly went on in a cloak with some Dracula fangs, but I bottled out in the end.”
Just as well, perhaps. As he plays the piano, white neon lights are lit up by each note, seemingly a homage to Close Encounters Of The Third Kind.
“I keep meaning to play the theme tune from it in the middle of a song,” chuckles Matt, “just to see if anyone gets the joke.”
Well, even if Muse are never quite joking, they’re certainly aware of the ridiculousness inherent in this kind of operatic rock, but choose to embrace it rather than shy away. In that sense there’s a strange kind of kinship between them and the Darkness, even if sometimes Muse’s apparent po-faces might make them appear poles apart from a band who practically play with revolving bow ties round their necks.
“I can see that,” says Matt. “We mix up taking it very seriously and not taking it seriously at all. The way we play live, some of it I’m completely lost in and totally intense but then the next I’m pulling some crappy rock pose and having a laugh. The contradiction is confusing for people, but I don’t see why you can’t have it both ways.”
Nor does anyone else watching Muse tonight. Tonight is one of those rare gigs where the whole crowd, from front to back, are jumping up and down in unison, rather than the front quarter. No chin-stroking required with this lot. This correspondent, for one, is embracing the madness. Which is why we end up discussing potential “event” gigs that Muse could do. If Pink Floyd can play at Pompeii, and Spiritualized can play gigs at the highest towers round the world, there must be something Muse can do to befit their own outsized musical vision.
“We’ve always had the idea of getting a huge fuck-off boat,” reveals Dom, “and sailing it around the coast of Britain with a stage on it, docking at a different port each night and playing a gig, in a tour round the coast of Britain. Maybe if we hired a supertanker – they’re about a mile long, aren’t they?”
Muse are quite happy to walk the line between high drama and high farce, because they know that infinitely more great rock music has been made by people throwing caution to the wind and following their heart than by anyone scared of losing their cool.
Like the man says, you have to swallow it, to appreciate the taste.
Go on, it won’t poison you.
Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should have loved
Souls weeping above
I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls
Micro waves me insane
A blade cuts in your brain
Sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate
I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls
I love how you cannot really understand what he is saying, but, then you see what he really is saying, and you say, Wow, that is beautiful.
(Oh, yeah, gotta love the high note!!!!!!)
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should have loved
Souls weeping above
I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls
Micro waves me insane
A blade cuts in your brain
Sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate
I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls
I love how you cannot really understand what he is saying, but, then you see what he really is saying, and you say, Wow, that is beautiful.
(Oh, yeah, gotta love the high note!!!!!!)
I'm sick of feeling my soul
To people who'll never know
Just how purposeless and empty they've grown
Because the language confuses
Like computers refuse to understand how I'm feeling today
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I saw a liquid control
That gives life to a soul
I hit my head on it and woke up to know
That I was all alone
Wearing just socks and a phone
Someone's screaming like their world might explode
Yeah I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
Freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
More lyrics: link
To people who'll never know
Just how purposeless and empty they've grown
Because the language confuses
Like computers refuse to understand how I'm feeling today
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I saw a liquid control
That gives life to a soul
I hit my head on it and woke up to know
That I was all alone
Wearing just socks and a phone
Someone's screaming like their world might explode
Yeah I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
Freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
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Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Vision of greed you wallow
Rhythms of greed you wallow
Vision of greed you wallow
Rhythms of greed you wallow
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Vision of greed you wallow
Rhythms of greed you wallow
Vision of greed you wallow
Rhythms of greed you wallow
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Oh I am growing tired
Of allowing you to steal
Everything I have
You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour
You left us far behind
So we all discard our souls
And blaze through your skies
So unafraid to die
'Cause I was born to destroy you
And I am growing by the hour
And I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, Yeah
You led me on
You led me on
You
Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, Yeah
YAY.
OKAY, YAY!! Now, I will have to get the FULL FULL Lyrics, but, right now, I will have to get it later!!!
Of allowing you to steal
Everything I have
You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour
You left us far behind
So we all discard our souls
And blaze through your skies
So unafraid to die
'Cause I was born to destroy you
And I am growing by the hour
And I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, Yeah
You led me on
You led me on
You
Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, Yeah
YAY.
OKAY, YAY!! Now, I will have to get the FULL FULL Lyrics, but, right now, I will have to get it later!!!
I'm falling down
And fifteen thousand people scream
They were all begging for your dream
I'm falling down
Five thousand houses burning down
No-one is gonna save this town
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't here
No it wasn't here
I was calling your name
But you would never hear me sing
You wouldn't let me begin
So I'm crawling away
'Cause you broke my heart in two
No, I will not forget you
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't you
No, it wasn't you
Noooooo
Falling away
You would never see me through
No, I could not forget you
Falling down
Five thousand houses burning down
No-one is gonna save this town
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't you
No, it wasn't you
No
Falling down
Now the world is upside down
I'm heading straight for the clouds
More lyrics: link
And fifteen thousand people scream
They were all begging for your dream
I'm falling down
Five thousand houses burning down
No-one is gonna save this town
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't here
No it wasn't here
I was calling your name
But you would never hear me sing
You wouldn't let me begin
So I'm crawling away
'Cause you broke my heart in two
No, I will not forget you
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't you
No, it wasn't you
Noooooo
Falling away
You would never see me through
No, I could not forget you
Falling down
Five thousand houses burning down
No-one is gonna save this town
Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn't you
No, it wasn't you
No
Falling down
Now the world is upside down
I'm heading straight for the clouds
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Repress and restrain
Still the pressure and the pain
Wash the blood off your hands
This time she won't understand
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
You're working so hard
And you're never in charge
Your death creates success
And you'll build and suppress
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
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Still the pressure and the pain
Wash the blood off your hands
This time she won't understand
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
You're working so hard
And you're never in charge
Your death creates success
And you'll build and suppress
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control
More lyrics: link
There's a part in me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes
It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
But the moment never comes
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The only thing I'll never show
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes
It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
But the moment never comes
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Change,
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights, battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Change,
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Don't,
Let yourself down
Don't let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
More lyrics: link
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights, battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Change,
Everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Don't,
Let yourself down
Don't let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived
Best,
You've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And you use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
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Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself.
This love's too good to last,
And I'm too old to change.
Don't grow up too fast
And don't embrace the past.
This life's too good to last,
And I'm too young to care.
(Interlude)
Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself.
This life could be the last
And you're too young to see.
Woah...
More lyrics: link
YAY
YAY
These aren't really the lyrics, you know, when I say YAY, I just have to write a lot, sooo, yeah.
And don't fool yourself.
This love's too good to last,
And I'm too old to change.
Don't grow up too fast
And don't embrace the past.
This life's too good to last,
And I'm too young to care.
(Interlude)
Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself.
This life could be the last
And you're too young to see.
Woah...
More lyrics: link
YAY
YAY
These aren't really the lyrics, you know, when I say YAY, I just have to write a lot, sooo, yeah.
APOCALYPSE PLEASE
declare this an emergency
come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
and it's time we saw a miracle
come on, it's time for something biblical
to pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end the end
this is the end
of the world
proclaim enternal victory
come on and change the course of history
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
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declare this an emergency
come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
and it's time we saw a miracle
come on, it's time for something biblical
to pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end the end
this is the end
of the world
proclaim enternal victory
come on and change the course of history
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
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Your golden skies feed my role
In this forgotten space race under my control
Who's returned from the dead?
Who remains?
You know i don't want you and i never did
I don't want you and i never will
You wanted for more than i was worth
And you think i was scared
And you needed proof
Who really cares anymore?
Who restrains?
You know i don't love you and i never did
I don't want you and i never will
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YAY!! I know it seems short, but, that IS the whole song, tons of playing, that's all!!
In this forgotten space race under my control
Who's returned from the dead?
Who remains?
You know i don't want you and i never did
I don't want you and i never will
You wanted for more than i was worth
And you think i was scared
And you needed proof
Who really cares anymore?
Who restrains?
You know i don't love you and i never did
I don't want you and i never will
More lyrics: link
YAY!! I know it seems short, but, that IS the whole song, tons of playing, that's all!!
When these pillars get pulled down,
It will be you who wears the crown,
And I’ll owe everything to you
How much pain has cracked your soul?
How much love could make you whole?
You’re my guiding lightning strike
I can’t find the words to say,
But they’re overdue,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
I belong to you
Then she attacks me like a Leo,
When my heart is split like Rio,
But, I assure you my debts are real
I can’t find the words to say,
When I’m confused,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
You are my mu-
(Ah! Réponds à ma tendresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l’ivresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l’ivresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l'ivresse,
I belong,
(I belong to you alone)
-use,
I can’t find the words to say,
But they’re overdue,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
I belong to you
It will be you who wears the crown,
And I’ll owe everything to you
How much pain has cracked your soul?
How much love could make you whole?
You’re my guiding lightning strike
I can’t find the words to say,
But they’re overdue,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
I belong to you
Then she attacks me like a Leo,
When my heart is split like Rio,
But, I assure you my debts are real
I can’t find the words to say,
When I’m confused,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
You are my mu-
(Ah! Réponds à ma tendresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l’ivresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l’ivresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Réponds à ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l'ivresse,
I belong,
(I belong to you alone)
-use,
I can’t find the words to say,
But they’re overdue,
I’ve travelled half the world to say,
I belong to you
The wavelength gently grows,
Coercive notions re-evolve,
A universe is trapped inside a tear,
It resonates the core,
Creates unnatural laws,
Replaces love and happiness with fear
How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
Your mind's about to fall
And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we're falling,
We are losing control
Invisible to all,
The mind becomes a wall.
All of history deleted with one stroke
How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
Your mind's about to fall
And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we're falling,
Coercive notions re-evolve,
A universe is trapped inside a tear,
It resonates the core,
Creates unnatural laws,
Replaces love and happiness with fear
How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
Your mind's about to fall
And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we're falling,
We are losing control
Invisible to all,
The mind becomes a wall.
All of history deleted with one stroke
How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
Your mind's about to fall
And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we're falling,