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Ian Hunter - Noises lyrics
Noises are taking away my freedom. Noises seem to rob me of myself. Noises are the sound of mediocrity. Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself. Noises are taking away my casualness. Noises are making me scared. Big noises are made by big shots. Some noises should never be heard. Noises, noises, noises, noises, give me noises! Noises are looking over my shoulder. Noises are the sound of the herd. Noises make the planet colder. Noises are noises that should never be heard. Noises, noises, noises, noises will destroy me. Noises ... Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools Who take the vapours from the mind. Neo nothing. Shallow kind. A ritzy Nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime A New York butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves. Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages Media momenta, who can prevent her. Noises, Noises, Noises, Noises Did you find a certain street, they're looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach The street, the street, they're not your drain, while waiting in the pouring rain For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt Waiting for Godot did it, then what's happening the other end - Rewards And gallant knights with blunted swords Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die And that's the state of the nation. Noises, noises, noises, noises, oh, oh, oh. I |
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