About "Strange Brotherhood" album:
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"Strange Brotherhood" by New Model Army, which was released in 1997 and consists of 8 songs.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.
Found a bird caught in the machinery - set it free and watched it go
Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky
Just following after this aimless desire, this awful desire, this worthless desire.
Now I've found causes and I've found families, but nothing ever lasts;
I've known people I'd die for - if only they had asked.
Where I'm from is not my home, and neither's where I'm bound;
Just following after this aimless desire, worthless desire
So tonight beneath the bridge where the fires burn, God, take the freedom back,
So now let us sing of what remains
There shall be stillness in our hearts
There shall be a sweetness in our lives, bye and bye.
There's a beach I know at the edge of the world,
Mist rising up from the breaking waves
Towards the cliffs, as green as god.
We'll be flying for the sake of flying, singing for the sake of singing,
Looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, diving down
Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts
And the fear of falling - hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders,
I said - Father, I'm going to change the world
He said - Don't you think that maybe, son. It's changed enough already?
Don't try to justify the things you live by
This fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away
11,000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up
High above the snow-line in the glittering ice
And beneath us, like an ocean, the white clouds slowly drifting
Breaking upon the mountain
Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying
All the familiar burdens with you, walking back on
The hometown streets on a night devoid of stars.
No one ever said it was going to be just, you really
Ought to know by now how She's all red in tooth and claw;
After all, weren't you the one screaming for more?
In the gigabyte wars - round and round we go,
Beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies,
Hostages of fortune and savage tales.
Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air
Holed up in your little room, we talk for hour on empty hour,
Pacing up and down between the walls that we have built ourselves.
No more with the long goodbye, I can't stand another tear;
I won't wait for the bell to toll - straight on for the days ahead,
Straight on for the days ahead . . .
You act as drowning, letting go the fingers one by one.
Come on, there's life beyond the tomb that we have built ourselves;
No more with the long goodbye . . .
We don't even dare to look each other in the eyes,
Or say whatever's on our minds . . .
Across the town on the other hill,
Your lights glow from a different world.
You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;
With all the ghosts that we denied.
Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly;
And the wheel turns, and people change - scattered ashes to the wind.
And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain
A dry river in the blazing sun . . .
Your parched face and your callused hands,
Queen Of My Heart
To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere
I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;
Always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,
And the beating wings that hover around you . . .
To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
It's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out
And touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel
The dark come closing in.
And there's nowhere far enough away from here;
The ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;
Whites Of Their Eyes
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond,
Hauled into position as a prodigal son.
I was not Abel - I was a Cain;
The kind you find a use for every now and again.
I can't abide what things have become,
They think that you're simple, they think that I'm dumb
You want to know one thing I advise?
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes.
They'll come to you in the perfect disguise
Clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise
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