Depeche Mode 'Ultra' 1997 |
Song Lyrics by Album
Barrel Of A Gun
author: Martin Gore
Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep
That doesn't come
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This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest
And feeling numb
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What do you expect of me
What is it you want
Whatever you've planned for me
I'm not the one
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A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied
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An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
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What am I supposed to do
When everything that I've done
Is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one
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Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
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Is there something you need from me
Are you having your fun
I never agreed to be
Your holy one
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Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
The Love Thieves
author: Martin Gore
Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With all their love begging bowls
All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades
But they'll always be failures
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Alms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible
Beseeching the honour
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able
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Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirits shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers
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You're holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trial
Sure as adam is eve
Sure as Jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailor
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Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers
Home
author: Martin Gore
Here is a song
From the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound
To the ground
By the loneliest sound
That pounds from within
And is pinning me down
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Here is a page
From the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
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And I thank you
For bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here
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The heat and the sickliest
Sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees
And my feet
But I'm drowning in time
To a desperate beat
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And I thank you
For bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong
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Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
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God send the only true friend
I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends
The next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
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And I thank you
For bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found
That I belong here
It's No Good
author: Martin Gore
I'm going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be right here by my side
Right next to me
You can run, but you cannot hide
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Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'cause it's no good
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I'll be fine
I'll be waiting patiently
Till you see the signs
And come running to my open arms
When will you realise
Do we have to wait till our worlds collide
Open up your eyes
You can't turn back the tide
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Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'cause it's no good
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I'm going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
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Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'cause it's no good
Uselink
author: Martin Gore
Instrumental
Useless
author: Martin Gore
Well it's about time
It's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth
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All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
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Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind
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All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
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Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste
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All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
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All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
Sister Of Night
author: Martin Gore
Sister of night
When the hunger descends
And your body's a fire
An inferno that never ends
An eternal flame
That burns in desire's name
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Sister of night
When the longing returns
Giving voice to the flame
Calling you through flesh that burns
Breaking down your will
To move in for the kill
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Oh sister
Come for me
Embrace me
Assure me
Hey sister
I feel it too
Sweet sister
Just feel me
I'm trembling
You heal me
Hey sister
I feel it too
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Sister of night
In your saddest dress
As you walk through the light
You're desperate to impress
So you slide to the floor
Feeling insecure
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Sister of night
With the loneliest eyes
Tell yourself it's alright
He'll make such a perfect prize
But the cold light of day
Will give the game away
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Oh sister
Come for me
Embrace me
Assure me
Hey sister
I feel it too
Sweet sister
Just feel me
I'm trembling
You heal me
Hey sister
I feel it too
Jazz Thieves
author: Martin Gore
Instrumental
Freestate
author: Martin Gore
I can hear your soul crying
Listen to your spirit sighing
I can feel your desperation
Emotional deprivation
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Let yourself go
Let yourself go
Let your feelings show
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Picking up the conversation
Deep in your imagination
Tune into the lonely voices
Talking of their only choices
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Let yourself go
Let yourself go
Let your spirit grow
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Step out of your cage
And onto the stage
It's time to start
Playing your part
Freedom awaits
Open the gates
Open your mind
Freedom's a state
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I can taste the tears falling
The bitterness inside you calling
Yearning for a liberation
Emotional emancipation
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Let yourself go
Let yourself go
Let your senses overflow
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Step out of your cage
And onto the stage
It's time to start
Playing your part
Freedom awaits
Open the gates
Open your mind
Freedom's a state
The Bottom Line
author: Martin Gore
Like a cat
Dragged in from the rain
Who goes straight back out
To do it all over again
I'll be back for more
It's something
That is out of our hands
Something we will never understand
It's a hidden law
The apple falls
Destiny calls
I follow you
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Like a pawn
On the eternal board
Who's never quite sure
What he's moved towards
I walk blindly on
And heaven is in front of me
Your heaven beckons me enticingly
When I arrive
It's gone
The river flows
The wise man knows
I follow you
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I'm yearning
I'm burning
I feel love's wheels turning
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Like a moth on love's bright light
I will get burned
each and every night
I'm dying to(o)
The sun will shine
The bottom line
I follow you
Insight
author: Martin Gore
This is an insight
Into my life
This is a strange flight
I'm taking
My true will
Carries me along
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This is a soul dance
Embracing me
This is the first chance
To put things right
Moving on
Guided by the light
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And the spirit of love
Is rising within me
Talking to you now
Telling you clearly
The fire still burns
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Wisdom of ages
Rush over me
Heighten my senses
Enlighten me
Lead me on
Eternally
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And the spirit of love
Is rising within me
Talking to you now
Telling you clearly
The fire still burns
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I'm talking to you now
The fire still burns
Whatever you do now
You've got to give love
The world still turns
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I'm talking to you now
Junior Painkiller
author: Martin Gore
Instrumental
B-sides
Painkiller
single: "Barrel of a Gun" / author: Martin Gore
Instrumental
Slowblow
single: "It's No Good" / author: Martin Gore
Instrumental
1997
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