Bloc Party. England

The kids are restless

They just need something to do

From Ilford to Ladywell

The streets have become cruel

He said

“I will not listen and I won’t be told

England is mine, I will take what I want”

He said

“I will not listen and I won’t be told

We will roam these satanic mills”

They stood on his fingers

Kicked the back of his head like a ball

They filmed the beating

On their mobile phones

She said

“I will not listen and I won’t be told

England is mine, I will take what I want”

She said

“I will not listen and I won’t be told

We will make up our own rules”

I’m waiting for something cruel,

I’m waiting for something cruel,

I’m waiting for something cruel,

I’m waiting for something cruel,

I’m just waiting for something cruel,

I’m just waiting for something cruel,

I’m waiting for something cruel to happen

Bloc Party. Luno

And you’re tired of your Mum

And you’re tired of your Dad

Got you jumping through hoops

Got you shaving your legs

Let it pass, let it pass, let it pass over you

And you’re tired of your face

And you’re tired of your nose

Got you jumping through hoops

Got you shaving your legs

Let it pass, let it pass, let it pass over you

And your nose is bleeding

You’ve been lying to me

There will be no hesitation

There will be no confrontation

There will be no indication

There will be no cause

There will be no exultation

There will be no justification

There will be no way at all

And your nose is bleeding

You’ve been lying to me

Luno

Come back to me the the way you were

The way you were when we were young

I’m trying to tell you everything

I’m trying to tell you everything

I can heal the blind

I can cure the sick

I can say the right things

I can say the right things

Where d’you get so cruel

Where do you go

Cos you’re never here

And your nose is bleeding

You deserve it

You’ve been lying to me

Bloc Party. Rhododendrons

On the hottest night of the year

Lying in a patch of rhododendrons

A bottle of whiskey under my arm

Trying to count a sky full of stars

I dream of order, I dream of fleets

Of Napoleon in aquamarine

He said “Linus put that blanket down

You’ve slammed your door too many times”

He said “Linus put that blanket down

The world won’t wait”

Boy, what you gonna do with your life? [x4]

When I was your age, I was commanding fleets

When I was your age, I was soaked in victory

And now you can’t keep a job and you can’t keep a wife

What a horrible mess you’re gonna make of your life

Watched way too many American films

To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean

Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick

Waiting so long for the next great party

So many questions, so little to say

You don’t need these weights

Boy, what you gonna do with your life? [x4]

So you want to be an artist, want to be a singer

Want to be remembered for what you could create

So you want to be a cowboy, riding to the distance

Never have to listen or answer to anyone

So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your instincts

Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit

Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you?

Is your pain more worthy than everybody else?

Drunk again in the rhododendrons [x8]

Bloc Party. Version 2.0

Harder, faster, better, stronger

Replace the broken

Replace the bland

Skinheads, rude boys, goths and ravers

Search for truth in a false world

This world is vast

This world is crowded

Give us our voice

Give us our corner

This world is vast

This world is crowded

Give us our voice

Give us our

Remix, relaunch, matrix,

Nothing is or was ever really complete

Dye my hair and tattoo my skin

This world is vast…

This world is vast…

Bloc Party. Sunday

Heavy night it was a heavy night

Feels like we come back from the dead

Heavy night it was a heavy night

I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now we can catch the afternoon

Watch the under 15s playing football in the park

Let’s sit in St. Leonard’s in this alcoholic day we’re doing the best with what we’ve got

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still hung-over

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still strung out,

I love you in the morning,

I work hard all week, and so do you

We deserve to let off some steam

Less orthodox creeping when we need to rage through this life

There might be ones who are smarter than you

That have the right answers

That wear better shoes

Forget about those melting ice caps, we’re doing the best, with what we’ve got

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still hung-over

I love you in the morning,

When you’re still strung out,

I love you in the morning,

With you I am calm

A pearl in your oyster

Head on my chest and a silent smile, a private kind of happiness

You see giant proclamations are all very well

But our love is louder than words

Bloc Party. Children Of The Future

If you’re reading this

Than it means we failed

But all hope’s not lost

It is not, it is not

If these words ring true

My mulatto brew

It has been foretold

It is yours, it is yours

Yes we’re the children of the future

Yes we’re the children of

They’re the next phase, they’re the next stage

They’re the next great, they’re the next wave

Time is on their side

This is how it grows

It will ebb and flow

So don’t lose your knack

Or your heart, or your heart

They will silence you

Try to punish you

You will find your way

In the stars, in the stars

Be all that you can be

Be all we never were

Succeed where we failed

And make them eat it

If you’re reading this

Than it means we failed

But all hope’s not lost

We will not be the last

We will not

Bloc Party. This Modern Love

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

You’ve been trying to reach me

You bought me a book

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

I’ve been paid

I’ve been paid

Don’t get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don’t get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you’ve got to be more discerning

I’ve never known what’s good for me

Baby, you’ve got to be more demanding

I will be yours

I’ll pay for you anytime

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Jump right

Baby, you’ve got to be more discerning

I’ve never known what’s good for me

Baby, you’ve got to be more demanding

Jump left

What are you holding out for?

What’s always in the way?

Why so damn absent-minded?

Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me

This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts

Tell me facts

Throw your arms around me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time? [x3]

Throw your arms around me.

Bloc Party. SRXT

Walking in the countryside

It seems that the winds have stopped

I took down the posters from my wall

Left letters for you all

I remember moments of happiness

Endless summer, acoustic guitars

Being a man made me coarse

When I wanted to be delicate

I called up Eugene

Told him I was drowning

Like a castaway on a warm ocean

Waiting for a purpose to rise

They say it’s not becoming

For a boy my age

If you want to know what makes me sad

Well it’s hope, the endurance of faith

A battle that lasts a lifetime

A fight that never ends

Walking in the countryside

It seems that the winds have stopped

Tell my mother I am sorry

And I loved her

Bloc Party. Pioneers

If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split

It’s all under control

If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned

All you need is time

We promised the world we’d tame it, what were we hoping for?

A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard

We will not be the first, we won’t

You said you were going to conquer new frontiers,

Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast

We promised the world, we’d tame it, what were we hoping for?

Breath in, breath out

So here we are reinventing the wheel

I’m shaking hands with a hurricane

It’s a colour that I can’t describe,

It’s a language I can’t understand

Ambition, tearing out the heart of you

Carving lines into you

Dripping down the sides of you

We will not be the last.

Bloc Party. Compliments

We sit and we sigh

And nothing gets done

So right, so clued-up

We just get old

And all the while

Been torn asunder

Nicotine

And bacteria

What are we coming to

What are we gonna do