----------------------------------------------------------------- *YET UNRELEASED SONGS OR RARITIES* / New Model Army ----------------------------------------------------------------- Songs that NMA plays or used to play or which have not been released officially yet: BALLAD 2 BRAVE NEW WORLD 2 DEADEYE MAYBE IT'S TIME MERMAID (Traditional) ONE BULLET R.I.P. SNELLSMORE WOOD SHOT 18 TALES OF THE ROAD TRUST ----------------------------------------------------------------- BALLAD 2 Battle lines so far away The late night DJ starts to play That sacred song goes phasing through The airways of the night Beyond the lonely lighthouse beam Beyond the black and restless dreams She'll wake before I go to sleep In the Silver morning light Carry these words over the ocean Carry these words over the sea Tell her that I'm thinking of her Does she ever think of me Out in the drizzle of the dirty lane I'll walk the square alone again Reflections of the neon shine In colours on the ground Beyond the words and open fields Along that empty highway mile She lies beneath these very skies sleeping sound Carry these words over the ocean Carry these words over the sea Tell her that I'm thinking of her Does she ever think of me Carry these words over the ocean Yeah over the sea Tell her that I'm thinking of her Does she remember me And the promises that we made And the place we loved so well Storm clouds in her eyes Sadness, thunderin' never still Battle lines so far away The late night DJ starts to play That sacred song goes phasing through The airways of the night Beyond the lonely lighthouse beam Beyond the black and restless dreams She'll wake before I go to sleep In the Silver morning light Carry these words over the ocean Carry these words over the sea Tell her that I'm thinking of her Does she ever think of me Carry these words over the ocean Yeah over the sea Tell her that I'm thinking of her Does she ever think of me Does she ever think of me Does she remember me? -- Submitted by Thomas Huntke and Francis Witkowski. ----------------------------------------------------------------- BRAVE NEW WORLD 2 The thick black smoke comes rising up Silent in these dreams There's faces leering through the haze That ripples in the heat And words are just some place to hide A wall that we can run behind When truth is twitching, itching, turning But locked away deep down inside Ha, no, there's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong here, nothing at all No, no, no, there's nothing wrong here Nothing's wrong here, nothing at all We sat up talking late last night Trying to make some sense But we were just skirting round with clever words And all the things that we pretend There's guard dogs straining at the leash With the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space Beyond the twisted wire Ha, no, no, there's nothing wrong here Nothing's wrong here, nothing at all Ah, no, there's nothing wrong There's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So when this nightmare's over Will you just rock me back to sleep Tomorrow is another day Passive in their Brave New World ----------------------------------------------------------------- DEADEYE To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few Voice of reason, censored view The truth is the News and the News is the truth As if that'll do as a lame excuse Killing the slavers, taking the slaves Yeah burying the dead, then robbing the graves Stealing the modesty from heroes brave Make the tears gush like waves I say, deadeye watches, still the killing carries on To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall Window dressing and the tinsel wreath Steal the pity and the widow's grief Sentimental with a furrowed brow Pinning the heart on the blooded sleeve I say, deadeye watches, still the killing carries on... Yes I've crouched beneath the glow, dazzled by it all Yeah, but I tell ya, this is not the world I know or people I recall To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few Voice of reason, censored view A little knowledge is a dangerous thing Here is the butterfly, here's the wing I say, deadeye watches, still the killing carries on... ----------------------------------------------------------------- MAYBE IT'S TIME I went up to the mountain Apocalypse dreams in my head There was fire upon the horizon It was just the sunrise turning red Maybe it's time Each night I walk to the edge of the city Out to where the darkness begins Made a promise out here a long time ago And I've been coming ever since Maybe it's time My world has become an empty place Great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies Strange patterns and islands of light People move as shadows never touching at all I've never been afraid to die, maybe scared to live I've been across every ocean Just chasing after storms My crew long dead or deserted now And the sea's nothing but calm Maybe it's time To turn the ship around -- Submitted by Nicole Klages. ----------------------------------------------------------------- THE MERMAID (Traditional) It was Friday morn, when we set sail, And we were not far from the Land, When the Captain, he spied, a mermaid so fair, With a comb, and a glass in her hand. Chorus: And the ocean waves did roll, and the stormy winds did blow, And we poor sailors were sittin' on the top, While the Land Lubbers lie down below (below, below) While the Land Lubbers lie down below. And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, And a fine spoken man was he, He said this fishy mermaid is worthy of our doom, We shall sink to the bottom of the sea, Chorus And up spoke the mate, of our gallant ship, And a brave young lad was he, I've got a sweetheart, a waitin' by the Sea, but tonight she'll be weepin' for me. Chorus And up spoke the Cook, of our gallant ship, And a greasy old butcher was he, I care much more, for my pots and pans, Than I do for the bottom of the sea. Chorus And three times 'round, spun our gallant ship, yes And three times 'round, spun she, Oh three times 'round, spun our gallant ship, And she sank to the bottom of the sea. Chorus ----------------------------------------------------------------- ONE BULLET In a ring of men, with money changing hands All the gipsy kings, they were gathered from miles around I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist But I was quick, quicker than all of them I watched him fall, then he staggered back There was blood on my hands, but my face was intact I picked up all my money and I walked away It was like I was chosen, but I did not choose I was in love, (it was) just the one time It was years ago, I still have her photograph I look at it sometimes, when I’m on my own I think of her sometimes, when I’m on my own We fought the once and she went down I’m sorry now, but you can’t go back I was wrong and I have paid Carry it with me for the rest of my days. Do you keep one bullet left for yourself, for when it’s all over and done? My grandmother’s house, it’s all empty now I live here alone, nobody bothers me I walk on shift down at the bakery When I fix up the house, then I try to be happy My father’s rage is still in me I bury it down when nobody sees Everyone knows me here, but they don’t speak Maybe that’s just the way I like it to be ... So tell me: Do you keep one bullet left for yourself, for when it’s all over and done? I’ve gone to ground Just like the animals In the fading light Where all men go -- Submitted by Nicole Klages. ----------------------------------------------------------------- R.I.P This all started the way things do With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire As we sheltered from those wicked winds In front of that old TV And we joked and we smiled as we watched each other With those ambitious bright eyes Those eyes that saw eyery detail of the world so clear And we bided our time impatiently Until the hunger really burned Until the softest sweetest kisses were lost Amidst the thunder in our hearts We watched the people round us Getting on, getting up, getting old But the game we were going to play so well We'd get to stay young forever To begin with they just smiled And stepped around our little fire But remember how pretty soon that all began to change But now bitter in this great city All the little children should go home Because the big men want to make deals When they find out that you've got something they want Ch: The party's gone, the party's done The party's over children You'd better go home Funny how they all come running If you let your pockets jangle a little And there's that strange queasy feeling Every time someone holds a door open for you Such sweetness, such kindness While they manoeuvre you into position And all we know, we all know how hard it is To bite the hand that feeds you Remember all those old movies we used to watch Every Friday night on TV However fast you run, however slow the mummy walks It always catches you in the end Ch: The party's gone, the party's done The party's over children You'd better go home This dream is gone, this dream is dead This dream is over, children You'd better go home ----------------------------------------------------------------- SNELLSMORE WOOD I woke still half dreaming i was falling out of the trees tumbling down into the sky It's cold, so cold, some time here before dawn searching for a lighter reaching round for my clothes But we believe so must call rise [?] The convoys roll into the coming daylight Let it not be said that everything must die without some mark made of its passing As if all the world Should now hold its breath These are the days that we'll recall The [...] faces and the something to fight for all the lines drawn down in the soil you can let your anger burn crazy As talking drums echo down towards the Kennet canal woodsmoke sweet in the air The yellow jackets stand there with the thick blue line backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow Snellsmore wood the [...] [...] [...] (not very good this bit!) Let it not be said that everything must die without some mark made of its passing As if all the world Should now hold its breath These are the days that we'll recall The [?] faces and the something to fight for all the lines drawn down in the soil you can let your anger burn crazy -- Submitted by Aideen Kelly. ----------------------------------------------------------------- SHOT 18 "Thou shalt not kill" - remember that? you learnt it again and again when you were young they said weapons have this safety catch your moral conscience tells you kid what's right, what's wrong. Well they make out like they're so surprised but it's easy when you're civilised count to ten, close your eyes the way it's always been. Shot 18. Shot 18. Shot 18. Well, I think I was a bit surprised I never knew I was so anaesthetised and triggers pull so lightly and people die so easy - I never realized. Yes, I believe in common laws I believe in even scores I understand the rules of war the way the slate is cleaned. Shot 18. Shot 18. Shot 18. Who wants another Christian martyr who wants someone else's pain who wants the world on their shoulder who wants to have to cry in vain who wants to have an open sore eating away deep inside you who wants to torture themselves when there's plenty eager to do it for you. Well years might heal all the scars but I don't know if you feel like you have that time and if I was the man that killed your father and if I said I'm sorry - would that change your mind? Well no one should be so surprised that words don't pay for victims' lives it's teeth for teeth, eyes for eyes the way it's always been. Shot 18. Shot 18. Shot 18. Shot 18. Shot 18. ----------------------------------------------------------------- TALES OF THE ROAD The caravan flipped over two, three times Went spinning down the carriageway Breaking up into splinters Wheels turning around in the dist at the foot of the hill And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs The little things of those people lives Strewn across the road We just want we cannot have We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night café in a curl of smoke Telling tales of the road By the glow of a flickering lighter We went stumbling forward through the corridor Up the broken stairway to the top of the trail of shattered glass Damp matresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone By now you could be miles away We just want we cannot have We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night café in a curl of smoke Telling tales of the road And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find them gone The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home Down at the ferrybridge junction Beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride And in the long grass at the side of the road his sone was laid asleep He said - nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from Take us far away from here - looking for work and the wishing-well This afternoon the sinlight spilled shadows across the golden hills They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding We just want we cannot have We've driven so far, we can never get back Sitting in the all night café in a curl of smoke Telling tales of the road ----------------------------------------------------------------- TRUST Walking home on a foggy night Walking home alone Wishing there was power in my fingertips To burn through this solid stone How the hell am I supposed to know what modd you're in When you're changing all the time? I thought we were meant to be in this thing together Like partners in the perfect crime Ch: Well, it's up to you, it's up to you If you won't trust me then there's nothing I can do It's up to you, it's up to you And yes, I've made my fair share of mistakes Maybe a lot more than I should But listen to too much of that downtown talk And you believe a lot more than you should Ch: Well, it's up to you, it's up to you If you won't trust me than there's nothing I can do There's a battle to win and if you're not in Then we'll do it on our own We'll do it on our own ----------------------------------------------------------------- Feedback, corrections and more lyrics welcome - please mail to s_bohn@ira.uka.de or jjbohn@netscape.net!!! Check out HTTP://LISTEN.TO/NEWMODELARMY!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ©1998 New Model Army. All rights reserved. Published by Attack Attack Music/Warner Chappell Music