[95] 31. Manic Street Preachers - Sleepflower / Roses In The Hospital

[1995] 31. Manic Street Preachers - Sleepflower / Roses In The Hospital 

Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against the Soul ('93, 2nd) 

1. Sleepflower [4:51] 

2. From Despair To Where [3:34] 

3. La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh) [4:13] 

4. Yourself [4:11] 

5. Life Becoming A Landslide [4:14] 

6. Drug Drug Druggy [3:26] 

7. Roses in the Hospital [5:02] 

8. Nostalgic Pushead [4:14] 

9. Symphony Of Tourette [3:31] 

10. Gold Against The Soul [5:34] 

James Dean Bradfield - vocals, guitars, backing vocals 

Sean Moore - drums, percussion, drum programming on 8, 10, backing vocals 

Richey James - guitar, backing vocals 

Nicky Wire - bass, backing vocals 

additional musician : 

Dave Eringa, Ian Kewley - piano, organ 

Nick Ingham - string arrangements 

Shovel - percussion 

1. Sleepflower 

Morning always seems too stale to justify 

Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives 

Broken thoughts run through your empty mind 

At least a beaten dog knows how to lie 

I feel like i'm missing pieces of sleep 

A memory fades to a pale landscape 

You were an extinction, a desert heat 

A blind illness of my anxiety 

Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind 

No one knows the hell where innocence dies 

Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone 

Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows 

I feel like i'm missing pieces of sleep 

A memory fades to a pale landscape 

You were an extinction, a desert heat 

A blind illness of my anxiety 

I feel like i'm missing pieces of sleep 

A memory fades to a pale landscape 

You were an extinction, a desert heat 

A blind illness of my anxiety 

7. Roses in the Hospital 

Roses in the hospital 

Try to pull my fingernails out 

Roses in the hospital 

I want to cling to something soft 

Roses in the hospital 

Progressing like a constant war 

Roses in the hospital 

There's no one to feel ashamed for 

All we wanted was a home 

Now we are so strung out we wanna own 

Like a leaf in the autumn breeze 

Like a flood in January 

We don't want your fucking love 

Roses in the hospital 

Stub cigarettes out on my arm 

Roses in the hospital 

Want to feel something of value 

Roses in the hospital 

Nothing really makes me happy 

Roses in the hospital 

Heroin is just too trendy 

All we wanted was a home 

Now we are so strung out we wanna own 

Like a leaf in the autumn breeze 

Like a flood in January 

We don't want your fucking love 

Roses in the hospital 

This century achieved so much 

Roses in the hospital 

To make a voice no voice at all 

Roses in the hospital 

Flowers cannot express the loss 

Roses in the hospital 

Torn reflections of burnt out trash 

Of burnt out trash 

Forever ever delayed 

Forever ever delayed 

Forever 

Forever 

Forever ever delayed 

(Indepencence is a game) 

Forever ever delayed 

(Credibility, I'm yawning) 

Forever 

Forever 

(Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail) 

Forever ever delayed 

Forever delayed 

Forever 

Forever 

Forever delayed 

(The west scratches onto my skin) 

Forever delayed 

(Contagious like a suntain) 

We never felt any sun, any sun 

Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail