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    Non son desas persoas que defenden a capa e espada a un grupo musical. Non me gusta crear ídolos de papel: son moi febles e rematan por romper. Non seguiría a ninguén polas palabras senón polos feitos. Non me gusta xulgar á xente polo seu aspecto externo, aínda que, algunhas veces o faga. Non quero obedecer ordes, prefiro ter un convencemento pleno de que o que estou a piques de comezar vai ser algo realmente bo. Non pertenzo ás masas, estou do lado dunha inmensa minoría...
 
 

    Non podo describir a Suede con palabras nin desexo facelo. Moitos o intentaron, pero todo o que dixeron quedouse corto en comparación coa súa música. Se non os coñeces podo darche unha pista para que entres en materia: admiran a David Bowie.

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                                            The 2 Of Us

                                 Lying in my bed, I think of you
                      That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
                       In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
              But you're outside where the companies dream and the money goes round

                                        Lying in my bed,
                                      Watching my mistakes,
                   I listen to the band they said that it could be the 2 of us

                   The snow might fall and write the lines on the silent page
                   But you're outside making permanet love to the nuclear age
                    Two silhouettes by the cash machine make a lovers dance
                     It's a tango for the lonely wives of the business class

                                        Lying in my bed,
                                      Watching my mistakes,
                                      I listen to the band
                                        Lying in my bed
                         With nothing much to say so I listen to the man
                              He said that it could be the 2 of us

                 I heard you call from across the city through the stereo sound
                And so I crawled there sickeningly pretty as the money went round

                             Lying in my head watching my mistakes,
                                      I listen to the band
                                  And the drums beat in my head
                       Pianos chime the sound in this prison of the house
                 And as the illness comes again can you hear me through the rain
                                    As I listen to the band?
                                    As I sing the silent song
                                      Mime each lonely word
                  Please listen to the man he said that it could be the 2 of us

                                Alone but not lonely, you and me
                                     Alone but loaded.......

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                                    The Wild Ones

                               There's a song playing on the radio
                          Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show
                       And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays
              And as I open the blinds in my mind I'm believing that you could stay

                     And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fields away
                         We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun
                                         Oh if you stay
                       We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today

                           There's a song playing through another wall
                     All we see and believe is the DJ and the debts disolve
                     And it's a shame the plane is leaving on this sunny day
                  Con on you my tattoo will be bleeding and the name will stain

                  But oh if you stay we'll ride from disguised suburban graves
                 We'll go from the bungalows where the debts still grow each day

                     And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fears away
                 We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun oh if you stay
                      We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today
                       We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today
 

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                                            Animal Nitrate

                              Like his dad you know that he's had
                                     Animal nitrate in mind,
                         Oh in your council home he jumped on your bones
                              Now you're taking it time after time

                             Oh it turns you on, on, now he has gone
                          Oh what turns you on now your animal's gone?

                               Well he said he'd show you his bed
                             And the delights of the chemical smile,
                         So in your broken home he broke all your bones
                              Now you're taking it time after time

                             Oh it turns you on, on, now he has gone
                          Oh what turns you on now your animal's gone?

                              What does it take to turn you on, on,
                                        Now he gas gone?
                                       Now you're over 21?
                                     Now your animal's gone?
                               ...animal, he was animal, an animal
 

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                                   Europe Is Our Playground

                              run with me baby, let your hair down
                           through every station, through every town
                              run with me baby, let's take a chance
                   from Heathrow to Hounslow, from the Eastern Block to France

                          europe is our playground, London is our town
                                     so run with me baby now

                              run with me baby, let your hair down
                           through every station, through every town
                              run with me baby, let's make a stand
                       from peepshow to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands

                          europe is our playground, London is our town
                                   so run with me baby now...

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                                           Beautiful Ones

                      High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
                                 shaking their bits to the hits,
                  Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
                                    staining his name again,
                       Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
                                     lost it to Bostik, yeah
                Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
                                    get into bands and gangs,
                   Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
                    loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
                                 shaking their meat to the beat
                      High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
                                shaking their bits to the hits,
                   Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
                                   You don't think about it,
                                    You don't do without it,
                                    because you're beautiful,
                                 And if your baby's going crazy
                                     that's how you made me,
                                        la, la, la, la...
 

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                                    The Asphalt World

                            I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
                          She comes to me and I supply her with Ecstasy
                       Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city
                  Like big stars in the back seat lide skeletons ever so pretty
                            I know a girl she walks the asphalt world

                                     But where does she go?
                                      And what does she do?
                          And how does she feel when she's next to you?
                           and who does she love in time-honoured for?
                                        Is it me or her?

                            I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
                        She's got a friend, they share mascara I pretend
                  Sometimes they fly from the covers to the winter of the river
                              For these silent stars of the cinema
                           It's in the blood steam, it's in the liver
                          I know a girl, she walks the arse felt world

                                     But where does she go?
                                      And what does she do?
                          And how does she feel when she's next to you?
                           and who does she love in time-honoured for?
                                        Is it me or her?

                                     With ice in her blood
                                     And a Dove in her head
                         Well how does she feel when she's in your bed?
                                     When you're in her arms
                                      And there in her legs
                                    Well I'll be in her head

                                      Cos that's where I go
                                      And that's what I do
                        And that's how it feels when the sex turns cruel
                       Yes both of us need her, this is the asphalt world
 

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                                          The Drowners

                                  Won't someone give me a gun?
                                  Oh, well it's for my brother,
                           Well he writes the line wrote down my spine
                           It says "Oh do you believe in love there?"

                         So slow down, slow down, you're taking me over
                       And so we drown, Sir we drown, stop taking me over

                                 Won't someone give me some fun?
                              (and as the skin flyes all around us)
                              We kiss in his room to a popular tune
                                        Oh, real drowners

                         So slow down, slow down, you're taking me over
                       And so we drown, Sir we drown, stop taking me over!
 

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                                             New Generation

                          I wake up every day to find her back again
                           Screaming my name through the astral plane
                          And in this catalogue town she takes me down
                                Down through the platinum spires
                                Down through the telephone wires
                            And we shake it around in the underground
                                 And like a new generation rise

                             And like all the boys in all the cities
                                I take the poison, take the pity
                               But she and I, we soon discovered
                             we'd take the pills to find each other

                           Oh but when she is calling here in my head
                                    Can you hear her calling
                                     And what she has said?
                           Oh but when she is calling here in my head
                               It's like a new generation calling
                                      Can you hear it call?
                          And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you

                          I wake up every day to find her back again
                             Breeding disease on her hands and knees
                         While the styles turn and the books still burn
                              Yes it's there in the platinum spires
                                It's there in the telephone wires
                            And we spread it around to a techno sound
                                 But like a new generation rise

                            Cos like all the boys in all the cities
                                I take the poison, take the pity
                               But she and I, we soon discovered
                             we'd take the pills to find each other

                           Oh but when she is calling here in my head
                                    Can you hear her calling
                                     And what she has said?
                           Oh but when she is calling here in my head
                               It's like a new generation calling
                                      Can you hear it call?
                          And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you
 

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                                                    my dark star

                             in a hired car she will come to England from the sea,
                             and as the tide flows the London snows will come.
                            and from the skyline shines the lies of the government's
                                           singular history
                                  so in a hired world she will buy a gun

                             and she will come from India with a love in her eyes
                                  that say, oh how my dark star will rise

                               in rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
                             but with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight.

                             and she will come from India with a gun at her side,
                                    or she will come from Argentina
                                    with her cementery eyes that say
                                     oh, how my dark star will rise,

                                         ... and she will rise.

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