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Of all I knew, her held too few.
And would you stop me, if I try to stop you.
Old songs stay 'til the end.
Sad songs remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.
When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds
And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo.
Old songs, stay till the end.
Sad songs, remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
Mogwai - Dial Revenge (Welsh - English version)
INTRO
VERSE 1
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Arbed amser ar ben fy hun,
(Spending time on my own,)
|Am | | | |
cynnal cof ac atgofion blin
(holding on to painful memories)
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Pwyth am pwyth a chwant am
(A stitch for stitch and lust for)
|Am | | | |
chwant...
(lust...)
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|Em | |F7 | |
a pob tro dwi'n codi'r
(And every time I pick up the)
|Em | |F7 | |
ffon mae'n dweud "dial"
(phone it says "Revenge")
|Em | |F7 | |
Dial anweddus; nid
(Indecent revenge; not)
|G | |F7 | |
grym arswydus aur, a thus a
(the fearful power of gold, incense and)
|Am | | | |
myrr
(myrrh...)
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VERSE 2
Tonfedd sur a chalon o ddur
(A harsh wavelength and a steel heart)
Adeiladu ffiniau eglur,
(Building clear borders,)
newid tonfedd nofio'r
(changing frequencies, floating)
don...
(on...)
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Dal yr abwyd nerth dy
(Hold the bait with all your)
ben; cwyd i'r wyneb
(might; fall on your face)
Dial anweddus; nid
(Indecent revenge; not)
grym arswydus aur, a thus a
(the fearful power of gold, incense and)
myrr
(myrrh...)
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Ghosts are scared
of falling down.
Ghosts are scared
of falling down.
It's hard to see.
He said to me.
It's hard to see.
He said to me.
Tried my best
Failed the test.
Did my worst.
Came in first.
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I wanted to see
if fire would burn me.
I thought I would know
if four walls could hold me.
I wanted to see
if fire would burn me.
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We gotta... we gotta do something about this.
When do you think you could make it over here? How long?
I could try and get... 45 minutes maybe.
Right.
I'll try.
OK.
But we got to sort this out.
OK. I'm just gonna go, I'm going to head off just now and just try to speak to some people about this.
Well you got to do something.
Yeah.
Cause if we don't take care of this then... I don't even want to think about it. Hello.
Hi Colin.
Hiya.
It's Martin.
Hi Martin.
I'm sorry to bother you.
It's alright.
But we've got a bit of a sketch going on here.
What? What?
Well, it's pretty hard to explain.
So tell us. What?
Right. We were down at Vics and Stuart and Dominic got into a bit of a row.
Hmm hmm
And Stuart was getting a bit stroppy with Dominic and it ended up with Dominic punching Stuart and walking out.
Hmm hmm
Saying he's not coming back. Stuart's saying that he's out and stuff like that.
Right.
Stuart's away as well.
Where's Stuart away to?
He just phoned his dad and left.
And is John still there?
No he went away with Stuart for some reason. To try and calm him down or something. It was a full bloody sketch man. I don't know what to do. We've this thing on Tuesday.
Right. Kind of limited to what I can do. ??????
Are you still into it? 'cause I'm still into it.
We haven't had sore bits for about a fortnight.
Am I your only one? 'Cause you're still my only one.
But if you need more, I'll just do it in some, right.
We should go into town and spend some money.
We could go to the pictures and see something funny.
We'd share a popcorn and we can go to the pub at night.
We can get right tanked up and go home and have a fight.
Will you still miss me, when I'm gone?
Is there love there, even when I'm wrong?
Will you still kiss me, if you find out?
I will now leave you but don't follow me.
We could go into town and spend some money.
We could go to the pictures, go and see something funny.
Share a popcorn and when it's finished we could go to the pub at night.
And get right pissed and go home and have a fight.
Will you miss me, when I'm gone?
Is there love there, even when I'm wrong?
Will you still kiss me, if you find out?
I will leave you and I will miss you.
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I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?
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'Cause this music can put a human being in a trance like state and deprive it for the sneaking feeling
of existing. 'Cause music is bigger than words and wider than pictures. If someone said that Mogwai
are the stars I would not object. If the stars had a sound it would sound like this.The punishment
for these solemn words can be hard. Can blood boil like this at the sound of a noisy tape that
I've heard. I know one thing. On Saturday, the sky will crumble together (or something)
with a huge bang to fit into the cave.
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I can hear the birds singing to me, outside.
Talk to cats for a while.
Try so hard to turn a life, inside out.
Everyone knows when to smile.
But I don't see too much these days.
'Cause I don't want to.
"Let me go" she said.
And I'll find it.
Ghosts in the photograph
never lied to me.
I'd be all of that
I'd be all of that.
A false memory
would be everything.
A denial my eliminent.
What was that for?
What was that for?
What would you do
if you saw spaceships
over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?
Every aircraft,
every camera,
is a wish that
wasn't granted.
What was that for?
What was that for?
Try to be bad.
Try to be bad.
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