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| JULY 2000 |
| ONLY THIS WAY (MUSCUTT) Oh well I�m sorry if you hate me the way I am but this is the way I was made And you know you can leave if you want but somehow I think you�ll stay Well some people say you like the violence some people say you like the pain And some people mock you for looking in mirrors although that black eye wasn�t yours to blame But I�m only this way because that�s the way that I was made and now you�re tied to a chair looking at the blade That�s inches away from your face and if you think that�s frightening then take a look at my face The endless bruises and scars won�t keep you away you blank it out And I apologise every day and everybody around you is worried for you They just don�t see you the way I do love me or hate me you�ll always come back to me Because you know if you don�t it�ll hurt you it hurts right now Oh yeah it hurts right now like hell but you made the choice you�re the one to blame For standing on street corners in the rain This could almost be the second part to �Presence�, which was about an ex-partner coming back into someone�s life. This takes it a stage further, as though the relationship has broken down and has become violent. Or alternatively, it could be the song that comes before �Presence�, detailing how the relationship went bad in the first place. I don�t know. Anyway, it�s pretty uninspiring stuff. O.E. (MUSCUTT) No one�s talking seems wrong to quantify these things we feel should qualify Take me down take me down tell me it�s all wrong Things we breathe underwater sacrifice things we believe in spirits ignore me This feeling scares me it�s so hard to get away it makes me drown myself and you Happy children make way for closet shame in happy homes the news tells of destruction Violent species and the protest states it�s name in worlds of evil and confusion And I might just drown and take it down again input there�s no input and I think we could be near the end There could be spaces am I dead or sleeping Did anything ever affect your circuits or wires nothing remains but the flames They rise from the pyres of your home no input no direction to release my information We never saw your face in the rain no input no calculation no memorandum no referendum You�ll never equal what you used to be in my eyes The title stands for �Oscar Tango� which comes from the phonetic alphabet or something, the one the Royal Mail use when you ring up for postcode enquiries. It�s a surreal song, very odd. I�ve no idea what it�s about, if anyone has any theories, I�d be glad to hear them. |
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