NoiZe Reduction

Belle and Sebastian
Get me away from here, I'm dying
["If you're feeling sinister", 1996]

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes, and us
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end.
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye"
Said the hero in the story
"It is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words"
get me away i'm dying

Juliette And The Licks
Death of a whore
["Four on the floor", 2006]

I feel dirty and cheap like I'm built from the street
Fresh blood and dead meat another child's been beat
Yesterday is always too far away
And all my tomorrows won't save me today
High heels clippin like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs again, oh lord

All my life has come and gone disappeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh I'm having visions again

Hawk eyes stare down a vacent hall
Down on your knees head blind to the call
One two oh surprise there's four
Locked in a room I ran for the door
Come on bitch or should I call you a whore
Knocked to the floor my head opened and poured
I been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog
A ravaged animal, a slaughtered hog
Black turns to white am I talking to god

All my life has come and gone disapeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh I'm having visions again

Fuck fuck fuck fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more

Hush hush little girl don't you cry
Oh my god wash from me please
Grace me my god, oh my god wash from me

Radiohead
True love waits
["I might be wrong-Live recordings", 2001]

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave, don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just don't leave, don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just lonely, lonely..
Just don't leave, don't leave

Radiohead
Stop whispering
["Pablo Honey", 1993]

And the wise man say "I don't want to hear your voice"
And the thin man say "I don't want to hear your voice"
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

And the mother say we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

Dear Sir, I have a complaint

Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering, start shouting

Manic Street Preachers
Autumnsong
["Send away the tigers", 2007]

Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it’s made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create

Now baby what have you done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don’t really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair

So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

Now baby what have you done to your hair
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don’t really care
Now baby what have you done to your hair

Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it’s made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create

So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumnsong
Remember the best times are yet to come

So wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So when you hear this autumnsong
Clear your heads and get ready to run…