Massive Attack - 100th Window Lyrics
Future Proof
Borderline cases
Reinforced glass
Absent friends
Passport photos
An elastic past
Empty pocket
They think it is all...
They think it's soul
All wrapped up on a swollen lip
He draws the warm pipe.
Chemicals
Chemicals captured in winter's grip
Turn us on
Separate the leper
Hungry ghosts
Hungry ghosts
Another imprint
In borrowed clothes
We can be numb
We can be numb
Passing through
Blow blow blow blow
Borderline case
Future proof
Real thin air
Real thin air
Real thin air
Writer: Grantley Evan Marshall, Neil Davidge, Robert Del Naja
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
What Your Soul Sings
Don't be afraid
Open your mouth and say
Say what your soul sings to you
Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to
Lovingly re-arrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Only do harm to you
And so make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you
And when you do
You'll find the one you love is you
You'll find you
Love you
Don't be ashamed no
To open your heart and pray
Say what your soul sings to you
So no longer pretend
That you can't feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
Oh ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It's your most precious king
If only you could hear
And when you do
You'll find the one you need is you
You'll find you
Love you
Writer: Robert Del Naja, Neil Davidge, Grantley Marshall, Sinead O'Connor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everywhen
My love
Your light
Incantations
Struck stars
Like tears fall
The sequence ends
Downtime
God speed
Everywhen
We concede
The sequence ends
And begins
Everything
You think you know
Everything
You think you know
You think you know
Blood ties
Blood ties
The sequence ends
Writer: GRANTLEY MARSHALL, GRANTLEY EVAN MARSHALL, NEIL DAVIDGE, ROBERT DEL NAJA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Special Cases
Don't tell your man what he don't do right
Nor tell him all the things that make you cry
But check yourself for your own shit
And don't be making out like it's all his
Take a look around the world
You see such bad things happening
There are many good men
Ask yourself is he one of them
The deadliest of sin is pride
Make you feel like you're always right
But they're always two sides
It takes two to make love, two to make a life
Take a look around the world
You see such mad things happening
There are few good men
Thank your lucky star that he's one of them
Writer: ROBERT DEL NAJA, NEIL DAVIDGE, GRANTLEY MARSHALL, SINEAD O'CONNOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Butterfly Caught
Weightless falls honeysuckle
Strangers (strange this)
Lights from pages
Paper thin thing
Protected by the naked eye
Pearly sunrise
Nearly worn
Kneeling like a supplicant
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
Weightless cool honeysuckle
Fair skin freckles
Uncut teeth
Tranquill eyes
Bite my lips
Bite my lips
Shhh
Under your feet
Writer: GRANTLEY MARSHALL, GRANTLEY EVAN MARSHALL, NEIL DAVIDGE, ROBERT DEL NAJA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A Prayer for England
In the name of, and by the power of
The Holy Spirit
May we invoke your intercession for
The Children of England
Some of whom have seen
Murder so obscene
Some of whom have been taken
Let not another child be slain
Let not another search be made in vain
Jah forgive us for forgetting
Jah help us, we need more loving
You see the teachers are representing you
So badly, that not many can see you
Let not another child be slain
Let not another search be made in vain
Jah calls the ones whose
Beliefs killed children to
Feel the love of you and be healed
And may we all cry too
For representing you so badly, so badly
Jah forgive us for forgetting
Oh, Jah help us to be forgiving
The teachers are representing you
So badly, that not many can see you
Let not another search be made in vain
Let not another child be slain
Writer: Neil James Davidge, Robert Del Naja, Sinead O'Connor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Small Time Shot Away
Took her in
Dropped a line
Turned me on
We never leave each other
'Cause we leave each other so cold
Makes it melt away
The easy part is taking yourself in
It's wartime every time
Shot away
Wipe the smile from your face
It's getting in the way
It's wartime every time
She cut me a line and she turned me on
She made it cool
You couldn't do it if you wanted to
It's wartime every time
Small talk every time
It's my favorite chloroform
It's the pill I took every time
Get it out the way
Friction wound
Shot away
Ricochet
We're like identical twins
Sucking on the same teat
Spitting out the same things
It's wartime every time
Small talk every time
It's my favorite chloroform
It's the pill I took every time
Get it out the way
Friction wound
Ricochet
Line 'em up and knock 'em down
Shot way
Shot away
Shot away
Shot away
Writer: Grantley Evan Marshall, Neil Davidge, Robert Del Naja
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Name Taken
Hallways
I see
Always
Icy
Open rooms
Contra-zooms
Pictures may
Faces may
Fade away
Fade away
Brothers then
Get close to them
Step outside
Gunmetal sky
Peel away
Children play
Fade away
Where's the scars
Fade away
Fade away ...
Writer: GRANTLEY MARSHALL, GRANTLEY EVAN MARSHALL, NEIL DAVIDGE, ROBERT DEL NAJA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Antistar
Can you lick my wounds please
Can you make it numb
And kill the pain like cortizone
And grant me intimacy
How'll we split your chromosomes
Yeah more sweet narcosis
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
I turn a stone i'll find you there
Into reflected light i'll stare
You blind me with flash bulbs
And puzzle me with syllables
Back to sleep
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
My heads between my knees again
Got needle set to zero
And you can shoot me hurricanes
Don't spare me the details
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
Yeah more sweet narcosis
(i'll turn a stone i'll find you)
Yeah more sweet narcosis
More sweet
More sweet
Iconography f*cks with me
You look great in bloodstains
Writer: Grantley Evan Marshall, Neil Davidge, Robert Del naja
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group