Až se bude s odstupem hodnotit britská hudební scéna poslední dekády minulého století určitě v něm bude mít výrazné místo velšská kapela Manic Street Preachers. Jejich hudební snahy ale nepolevují ani v novém tisíciletí. Do nové dekády vkročili v...

Píseň: Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

Interpret:
Manic Street Preachers
Album:
Everything Must Go
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games


Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky


They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all


Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky


Here chewing your tail is joy