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kate tempest - europe is lost كلمات الأغنية

europe is lost, america lost, london is lost
still we are clamouring victory
all that is meaningless rules
and we have learned nothing from history

people are dead in their lifetimes
dazed in the shine of the streets
but look how the traffic keeps moving
the system’s too slick to stop working
business is good. and there’s bands every night in the pubs
and there’s two for one drinks in the clubs

we scrubbed up well
we washed off the work and the stress
now all we want’s some excess
better yet; a night to remember that we’ll soon forget

all of the blood that was shed for these cities to grow
all of the bodies that fell
the roots that were dug from the ground
so these games could be played
i see it tonight in the stains on my hands

the buildings are screaming
i can’t ask for help though, n-body knows me
hostile and worried and lonely
we move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to
working and working so we can be all that we want
then dancing the drudgery off
but even the drugs have got boring
well, s-x is still good when you get it

to sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach
to each a dream
don’t weep, don’t scream
just keep it in
keep sleeping in
what am i gonna do to wake up?

i feel the cost of it pushing my body
like i push my hands into pockets
and softly i walk and i see it, it’s all we deserve
the wrongs of our past have resurfaced
despite all we did to vanquish the traces
my very language is tainted
with all that we stole to replace it with this
i am quiet
feeling the onset of riot
but riots are tiny though
systems are huge
the traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do

it’s big business baby and its smile is hideous
top down violence, structural viciousness
your kids are doped up on medical sedatives
but don’t worry bout that. worry bout terrorists

the water levels rising! the water levels rising!
the animals, the polarbears, the elephants are dying!
stop crying. start buying
but what about the oil spill?
shh. no one likes a party p–ping spoil sport

m-ssacres m-ssacres m-ssacres/new shoes
ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them
live p-rn streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms
gl-ss ceiling, no headroom. half a generation live beneath the breadline

oh but it’s happy hour on the high street
friday night at last lads, my treat!
all went fine till that kid got gl-ssed in the last bar
place went nuts, you can ask our lou
it was madness, the road ran red, pure claret
and about them immigrants? i can’t stand them
mostly, i mind my own business
but they’re only coming over here to get rich
it’s a sickness
england! england!
patriotism!

and you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

work all your life for a pittance
maybe you’ll make it to manager
pray for a raise
cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar

anarchists desperate for something to smash
scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable magazines
who’s dating who?
politico cash in an envelope
caught sniffing lines off a prost-tutes prosthetic t-ts
and it’s back to the house of lords with slapped wrists
they abduct kids and f-ck the heads of dead pigs
but him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs –
jail him, he’s the criminal

it’s the boredofitall generation
the product of product placement and manipulation
shoot em up, brutal, duty of care
come on, new shoes
beautiful hair

bullsh-t saccharine ballads
and selfies
and selfies

and selfies
and here’s me outside the palace of me!

construct a self and psyhcosis
and meanwhile the people are dead in their droves
but n-body noticed
well actually, some of them noticed
you could tell by the emoji they posted

sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes
the lights are so nice and bright and lets dream
but some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream
what am i gonna do wake up?

we are lost
we are lost
we are lost
and still nothing
will stop
nothing pauses

we have ambitions and friends and our courtships to think of
divorces to drink off the thought of

the money
the money
the oil

the planet is shaking and spoiled
life is a plaything
a garment to soil
the toil the toil
i can’t see an ending at all
only the end

how is this something to cherish?
when the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
to make room for alien structures
develop
develop

kill what you find if it threatens you

no trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

here in the land where n-body gives a f-ck

- kate tempest

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