STREET PREACHERS ~
and welcome to my Manics bootleg site.
After those hard-to-find b-sides and early singles? Looking for live gigs and
Then you've come to the right place!
interesting in trading but if you have nothing to trade don't worry! Just get in
touch with me and we'll sort something out.
NOTE: I do
not make any profit from this website.
If you're interested, you can contact me at the following email address:
(Last update, : new live
gigs, including the Move Festival, Manchester; Witnness Festival, Ireland; and
Glastonbury Festival 2003. Also please note videos will now not be available until
after September 2004... sorry! I'm doing my Masters Degree). 21-3-04
*** Gorgeous poverty of created needs *** We are not your sinners, our
voices are for real *** We won't die of devotion, understand we can never belong
*** Love your masks and adore your failure *** Killed of literature for sex and
violence, fed a generation the equivalent of silence *** The only thing you gave
me was the boredom I suffocated in *** Twenty-one years of living and nothing
means anything to me *** No one knows the hell where innocence dies *** There's
nothing nice in my head, the adult-world took it all away *** Everyday more numb
to agony - this the howl, this the sigh of the lonely *** Loser - liar - fake -
phoney - no one cares, everyone is guilty *** Virgin? Listen, all virgins are
liars, honey *** Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave ***
Self-disgust is self-obsession, honey, and I do as I please *** I am all the
things that you regret *** Do not listen to a word I say, just listen to what I
can keep silent *** There is never redemption, any fool can regret yesterday ***
Believe in tomorrow, but not today *** What makes you different makes you
beauitful *** I am here to serve the moral majority *** We are told that this is
the end *** I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy *** Put some
lipstick on, at least your lies will be pretty *** Prison? It's only four walls
but sometimes the mind is the smallest prison of all *** Hold me, she said, love
me to death *** It makes me angry, ashamed but really alive. It may have worked
but at what price? *** The future teaches you to be alone, the present to be
afraid and cold ***
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