Wire Filmography

• Words from the City (2007)

Wire Filmography

• Black Dicks in White Chicks 16 (2008)

• U2
• Third Day
• The Nixons
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• Minnie Driver
• Balthazar

Innocent, and in a sense I am
Guilty of the crime that's now in hand
Such a nice day
Throw your life away
Such a nice day
Let it go
Cold these eyes, I can't believe it
Cold, this heart is slow
Heart is slow
Call me
Such a cold heart
Such a cold man
Watch you tear your self apart
So lay me down
My soul to give
So lay me down
The longest sleep
Oh, the longest sleep
In I come and out you go you get
Here we are again now, place your bets
Is this the time
The time to win or lose
Is this the time
The time to choose
Cold these eyes, I can't believe it
So deep inside a cold fire
Cold, this heart is slow...
Anytime you're only a kiss away
Won't you do it now
That's right, just keep me going
In some white track
You come the right track
Cartoon cutout
Cut throat bled out
I'm on your side
Be on the both side
I'm alright Jack
You get off my back
I'm no dope
I give you hope
Here's the rope
Here's the rope

Turn on the spotlight, strike up the band
Everyone's looking my way
They came to see the excitement firsthand
Hear all that I've got to say
Oh, it makes me wonder What if I slip
Will they catch me or watch me fall?
I am walking on a wire, tiptoe in through the fire
Never looking down to see that
I am walking on a wire, the pressure's getting higher
But I don't look around
Everyone roots for the winner
The others well maybe next time
Time at the top only lasts fifteen minutes
They just leave you behind
Oh, it makes me wonder, what if I slip
Will they catch me or watch me fall?
I am walking on a wire, tiptoe in through the fire
Never looking down to see that
I am walking on a wire, pressure's getting higher
But I don't look around, it's so far to the ground
Will they catch me if I fall?
Will they catch me if I fall?
What if I slip
Will they catch me or watch me fall?
I am walking on a wire, tiptoe in through the fire
Never looking down to see that
Yeah I am walking on a wire, pressure's getting higher
I don't look around it's so far to the ground

We have heard the songs of angels
We have tasted flames from hell
We have seen the fallen hero
We have heard the ringing bell
And it all seems cleaner in the rain
Now it all begins to look the same
We have come into this lifetime
With only a few things on our side
Although we are only mortal men
The choice to change is yours and mine
And it all seems cleaner in the rain
And it all begins to look the same
Now the laughter turns to tears
Now the seconds seem like years
Oh but I'm still holding on
Driving through the tears
Only one world we've been given
Earth - wind - sea - air
We're burning holes into the morning sky
And we have learned not to care
And it all seems cleaner in the rain
And it all begins to look the same
Now the laughter turns to tears
Now the minutes seem like years
But I'm still holding on
Driving through the tears
And it all seems cleaner in the rain
And it all begins to look the same
Now the laughter turns to tears
Now the days seem like years
I hear the gods begin to cheer
As we watch our sky disappear
This is my Exodus
This is my Wire
Send it to those who care
I'm still holding on

Our own correspondant is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well
On the borders there's movement
In the hills there is trouble
Food is short, crime is double
Prices have risen since the government fell
Casualties increase as the enemy shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later the end will arrive
This is your correspondant, running out of tape

Chain link route ways
Digital time base
New hours for these days
New files engaged
Strangeness detectors
Collage charmers
Magnetic behavior
Quarks and order
When it's cold I feel cold
When it's hot I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? I feel ambitious
The ideal copy is the same
The ideal copy has your name
When you can't, it makes you can
When you aren't, it makes you am
When it's cold I feel cold
When it's hot I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? I feel ambitious
When it's cold I feel cold
When it's hot I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? I feel ambitious
The ideal copy is what you want
When you won't, it makes you will
The ideal copy makes you happy
The ideal copy
When it's cold I feel cold
When it's hot I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? I feel ambitious
The ideal copy is
C I A D N A C K G B
The ideal copy
P L O I A K G I R A
The ideal copy
I'm F P I R A P P A I'm F H
The ideal copy
S O S L O P P I B C H U T
The ideal copy
I T I K R U C I T T S O S one H U T
The ideal copy
H2O C I I T, one two HU, T H2O H O T
The ideal copy

Painted statues in underground streams
With invitations to the Pharoah's dream
They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen
Walking mirrors in the Pharoah's harem
And here they come
The queen of Ur
And the king of Um
Tainted Matthews in car-key relations
Gilt invitations to the blue queen's ball
They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen
Talking pillars in the blue queen's hall
Fading tatoos of empty stations
Great expectations at Vince's loyal mince
They stare at each other, there's a need to be seen
Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint
Olympic statues from terminal stations
Sifting invitations to the market floor
Steering into the future, it pays to be seen
Polishing mirrors, keeping the score
A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble
Fighting invitations to the emporor's shilling
They stare through themselves, there's nothing to see

He took his seat on the foreign train
He thought it pleasant to travel again
Mindful of the journey's end
He read again the letter from his friend
Time passed as it often does
The seat was hard, the carriage fetid
He was dressed for summer, but still he sweated
It was better than being home
Feeling the cold, and living alone
Time passed slowly
Around him people spoke in French
Despite schooldays it made no sense
Occasional stares caught his eye
He was tempted to smile, but
Being shy, time passed
When he looked through the window
For the thousandth time
He saw a black horse fighting for its life
In a barbed wire fence
Fatally tangled
The more it struggled
The more it was strangled
Time sped up
He turned away
There was nothing he could do
The other window
Had a nicer view

The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks
Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks
No one is home, the chemicals talk
Load up the spoiled goods
Hook up the spoiled gods
Fill up the kindness cups
Drink up the finest drops
Feeding frenzy, sleepless attacks
No one is home, power attracts
Death on a raft, life in a whale
No one is home to finish the tale
Paint it red, light it in blue
No one is home over at the zoo
Lashing together, a timbre design
No one is home, no one is blind
The last boat launched, cling to the rail
No one is home, they're in full sail
Forging chains, caught on the tracks
No one is home and they're not coming back
The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they've gone for a walk
The island monkeys love the dark

My mind is unwilling and your flesh is so weak,
do my movements betray the secrets I think,
I always stand by walls and try to humour fools.
Am I moving in a straight line?
Oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,
oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,
oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,

You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries
Dog bone hunting
Gives you back to yourself
Standing before me
The gargoyle turns
Jutting jaws and
The stubble burns
I shift the blame
To the worm in the bottle
I shift the blame
To anyone standing before me
I check-up the once over
Give yourself an opening
Keep your mouth shut
In the event of an accident
Contact the following
A certain air
An invading smile
Inbreeding seals the flaw
Silk skin paws
Hang by both feet
Embracing the world
Hang the expense
Breuel's cut corners
Wring out the senses
I have nothing like it

I've got sand in my joints
I'm counting the grains
And they're so sharp
I'm feeling the pain
I'm like King Canute's daughter
A lamb to the slaughter
My feet in the water
It's not what they think

Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it
Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned
'Cause you see up in my bedroom I've got Sarah Bernhardt's hand
Practice makes perfect, I've done this before
Never for money, always for love
Please dress in your best things, and don't make a fuss

Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette
Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end
Which way Michael?
Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here
He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress
A million eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess
Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers talk in tongues
Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue
Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the room
Empty heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow
Drinks are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago
He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears
The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear
Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears
On his knees, hands held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years
The altar clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son
The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor

Something snapped, over and over
Something snapped, over the horizon
Something burst, over and over
Something burst, just out of sight
Like a rope on the border, over and over
Like a damn on the boundary, just out of sight
Over and over, just below the skyline
Over and over, just out of sight
Something broke, over and over
Something broke, over the way
Something dropped, over and over
Something dropped, just out of sight
Over and over, just below the skyline
Over and over, just out of sight
Over and over, under the skyline

No blind spots in the leopard's eyes
Can only help to jeopardize
The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries
An afterlife for a silverfish
Eternal dust less ticklish
Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish
He lies on his side, is he trying to hide?
In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner

You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said
When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four
Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision
Lobster head and lobster feet
On arriving with a third language
Tucked into your brief case, next to your toothbrush
Along with a copy of the Nouvelle Observateure
While your sons and daughters who registered naught
Under intensive electronic scanning
You regard your body with regard to events
With which nothing planned
Never lacked a sense of theatre
On returning with the tab you've gained
A head of world service, the best of your culture

I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse
'Cause you think you understand, well it's a fucking farce
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
And if you turn and walk out that door
And take your fucking money, let me tell you what it's for
I'm tired of fucking phonies

Sailing under a false flag
We're crossing the IDL
Becalmed where no creature lives
Lost, forsaken, cursed
Holed below the water line
A shift in the plimsoll line
Pumps in the engine room
Women and children first
Hysterical, no humour
Sabotage, a rumour
Captain-less and captionless
Injury, hunger, thirst

An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters
As the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller
As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear
As the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer
A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end
Diverting his attention, his feelings froze over
I'm only a runaway AWOL at the logical start
Not present in the present, overboard with limited future
And I'm standing alone still getting a thrill

The time is too short
but never too long
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette,
another day,
from A to B,
again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cause E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death
is to win the game,
to avoid relegation,
the big E.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface
The smell of you

Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks
Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks
Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks
Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun
Flag stunt rock stone dole axe crash dive
Breathe thrift take speed double take weekends
Skull row drugs hall colour bars sex calls
Sparkle finds rented rings pretty things clipped wings
Gold street spy fleet scandal food poor treat
Fire run club gun rule mob burn some
Bomb time pop crime stock frame steady climb

It's so obvious, it's here, it's there
It's not just the colour, it must be more, at least 17+3 score
This is 77, nearly heaven.
It's black, white, and pink, just think
There's more to come, hum hum hum hum, it's so obvious
Well it's alright, just listen,
can't wait for 78
God those RPM,
can't wait for them,
don't just watch, hours happen,

In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side
It's not your place to comment
On my state of distress
For this is for real
I've tears in my eyes
Am I laughing or crying?
I suggest I'm not lying
I haven't found a measure yet to
Calibrate my displeasure yet so
To ignore my warning
Could be your folly
The judgment is harsh
I offer no plea
Valuing the vengeance which you treasure
I've redefined the meaning of vendetta
The procession's disordered
You protect your possessions
In light of your actions
I question your love
May I make an observation
Your bite is worse than my aggression
I should have known better
I should have known better
Than to become a target
Albeit a target which moves
No offer of terms or concessions
For statements or confessions
You don't feel warm
I pass close by
You shiver, I whisper
Excuse me, what's your problem?
Oh, I see

Always cause for concern
When you're feeling quite bright
And your filament burns
I feel mysterious today
Everything is humming loudly
I feel mysterious today
Everything is coming this way
Is it ever appealing
To stand on a ceiling?
Observe the tension grow
Going walking abroad
Minus hat before dawn
Bats in profusion there
Did you ever conceive
That you too can leave

Crawling
Over your window you think I'm confused
I'm waiting for the divergent wasp
To complete my current ruse
You use a plate-glass screen
To protect my chosen target
But there's an air-pellet hole
I can crawl through to you
I am the fly in the ointment
I can spread more disease than the fleas
Which nibble away at your window display
Yes I am the fly in the ointment
I shake you down to say please as you

I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give
However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display
It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes
It's not quite the way to behave
Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway
Gold scissors cut the ribbon
And set them loose
On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of
not speaking a second language

Warning warning
Free-falling divisions
Re-calling re-calling
Fast past admissions
Foolish words
No nervous laughter
Safety first
Gives always after
Drag my canal
You saucy old salt
Pale in belief
I'm not without fault
Scaffolding climber
Rudolf roof-walker
Aids binocular
Clear a path Jonah
Experienced water
Water transporter
Marine slaver

Antennaes my currency
Programme your set
My pockets are drunk
The Illinois tool works
The flight nurse attends me
I can't wait to see the doctor
Be smart shrink the world?
But I can't wait to see the doctor
Dust-off ready
Take-off
Oil a mink
Follow the locust
Write a letter, drop a card
Dia-a-gram, map a chart
Take a note, pick a snap
Choose a number, dial a code
The flight nurse attends me
But I can't wait to see the doctor
Be smart shrink the world?
But I can't wait to see the doctor
Stay on your feet
And get collected
Enjoy and explore
The gambling museum
The flight nurse attends me
But I can't wait to see the doctor
Be smart shrink the world?

I wanna be a field day for the Sundays so they can fuck up my life
Embarass my wife, and leave a bad taste
That striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday mornings
I wanna be a target for the dailies so they can show
Pictures of me with a nude on page three, so lacking in taste

What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow?
What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow?
Maybe I should try it now
Or maybe I should be shy of it now
'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it
And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it
What is this feeling called love?
What is this thing I can't work out no how?
What is this feeling called love?
What is this thing I don't understand no how?

There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all
No silver bullets
Tonto's split the scene
Next week will solve your problems
But now, fish fingers all in a line
The milk bottles stand empty
Stay glued to your T. V. set
There's great danger
At hand most caped crusader of all
No cloak of justice

Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker
Lights grow dim, they glimmer
The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer
Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash
Loosening my grip
Be sure to tread carefully
Steering a passage
Finding a line
Cross to comply, crossply
Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression
Remains pan, radiators for all
Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me
Driven by self-propulsion
Turning right across the stream
The risks increased with sustained leisure
Courting death, so ill at...

I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same
In two halves but quickly growing whole
It's not the past again
In double figures for the first time
Oh no it's not the same
There may be a story to be told
But it's not the past again
It's time to get out now
Everybody loves the mystery
Everybody loves their history
It's not my problem now
Everybody loves the mystery
Everybody loves their history
Implications, back and up
Oh no it's not the same
In twp parts and waiting to be told
That it's not the past again
In time and sequence, paraphrased
Oh no it's not the same
In two halves but quickly growing whole

The race of champions, the pace the pace
The speed the need, the need to seed
The chance to die
Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry
You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed
But that's next time
Less time than before, more speed than before
You're rich not poor, what are you doing it for?
Want more want more
Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry
Indeed it's speed, to feed from speed

Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep
In secret sunset
Places creep
Lock up your hats
Lock up your hats
Progress with a vision
To practice with at home
A schism with an ism
To practice with at home
A collision with decision
To practice with at home
He transfered his soul
To his imagination
His atoms were excited
And he glowed in the dark
The boiling boy
Was a picture of confusion
But he had the advantage

In this public place
Pigeons move busily
Through the contents
Of a man's life
In this public place
His last mortal remains
Reflect a private lake
In this public place
Lies fly in formation
Candid fiction spreads its wings
It's deceptive at this angle
Does truth dance?
Does truth sing?
The private hedge pissers
In anxious alleys
The village boy-wide-men
With a game on their hands
Wait for the sign
That will take them to Heaven
Wait for the sign
Only they understand
In this public place
A carved tree
Burst through an atheist's heart
And broken promises
Drifted into the shape of footprints
In this public place
Lies fly in-formation

If you had a room, he'd paint it white,
survives the day, prefers the night,
build sight.
Got a head for figures,
no time for bickers,
(or so he says,)
prefers the company of a woman.
Finds it more physical,
(that's an important word,)
always seen first then heard,
such a rare bird.
With praise he glows,
with change he grows,
finds that important,
hates waiting, it's not stimulating,
likes celebrating,
I can't understand why that is so funny,

Passed to hand, behind the curtain
The letter brings change, now things are uncertain
Hand to hand, the letter moves on
Like a series of shocks, but the contents are known
Oh faint heart, when the letter arrives
You suddenly find things getting lifesize
Once the air rang with things unsaid
Now cruel outlines are easily read
Behind the curtain in the yellow bulb light

I saw three dogs flying, there was a man on the end
Squaring a circle and studying its end
I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin
It was far too high, she couldn't stop
The man with the photograph failed to appear
In that kind of rain where an umbrella's no use
The bird lay bleeding, I couldn't break its neck
I get anonymous footbells from a pope I never met
Don't start me off
It's beginning, to, and back again
Don't start me off
Right now there's a man who could take advantage
I wouldn't like to spend an hour locked inside him
He always had an eye for it, we all threw a shoe
Nicely underlined, our table turned again

Think of a number,
divide it by two,
something is nothing,
nothing is nothing.
Open a box,
tear off the lid,
then think of a number,
don't think of an answer.
Open your eyes,
think of a number,
don't get swept under,
a number's a number
A chance encounter you want to avoid,
the inevitable, so you do, oh yes you do the impossible
Now you ain't got a number,
you just want to rhumba,
and there ain't no way you're gonna go under
Go under Go Under
You tear me asunder
Go under Go Under

Living on a wire, the sight of you could save my skin
And the sun is in my eyes, and the breeze lifts the hair from my neck
So precariously I am inching my way across my life
I could fall if you don't call
a sick safety net appears when I'm with you
Oh, I climb, so high waiting to fall
And then I cry, like a child, on a neverending ride
How does it go down, when you're the biggest kid in your own playground
And how do you see me, how do I fit in your hierarchy?
Oh you tell the girls line up in single file, just gotta rearrange my denial
So I can play with you, and now I see, all the shit that isn't me
I'm too relieved to be mad, relieved and sad
I misplaced my mind, thought it was lost
But now I find, you were just very, very unkind
You know I always found, that my feet were dangling looking for solid ground
Is it maybe worth closing down the Ivory Tower
And coming back down to earth?

See, this wasn't supposed to happen
to leave you with your thoughts,
to leave you at your wire where you bumped into more.
You're clinging to tales of ghosts,
hear them as if they're true.
Although they bring you things
that you don't want them to.
When I run out of time,
well, you freak out your mind
to go care for all the small things
I have no clue about.
I have the miles to shout at,
but both your ears go cold
and leave me at my wire.
Wish that I was told
'Cause if you leave it like this
the distance's all we've known.
Yeah if you leave it like this
the distance's all that's grown.
This wasn't supposed to happen
to not have you on my side,
to lose you on a wire
where you stay out of sight.
And with your head in your hands
I cannot read your face,
can't read between the lines that
this is a shut case
'Cause if you leave it like this
the distnace's all we've known.
Yeah if you leave it like this
the distance's all that's grown.
'Cause if you leave it like this
the distnace's all we've known.
Yeah if you leave it like this