[ti:Song For Clay (Disappear Here)]
[ar:Bloc Party]
[al:A Weekend In The City]

[00:00.00]Bloc Party - Song For Clay (Disappear Here)
[00:00.43]I am trying to be heroic,
[00:05.66]In an age of modernity.
[00:12.15]I am trying to be heroic,
[00:17.96]because all around me history sings.
[00:24.74]So I enjoyed and I devoured
[00:30.18]flesh and wine and luxury.
[00:35.78]But in my heart,
[00:38.90]I am lukewarm;
[00:42.49]nothing ever really touches me.
[01:32.39]At Les Trois Gar
[01:37.54]we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
[01:42.90]I order the foie gras
[01:49.44]and I eat it with complete disdain.
[01:54.93]Bubbles rise in champagne flutes,
[02:02.22]but when we kiss, I feel nothing.
[02:05.91]Feasting on sleeping pills
[02:12.72]and Marlboro Reds.
[02:19.66]Oh how our parents
[02:23.47]they suffered for nothing
[02:25.90]Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
[02:29.00]Like the 80s never happened.
[02:30.94]People are afraid, are afraid
[02:35.53]To merge on the freeway.
[02:37.34]Disappear here
[02:38.91]
[02:55.71]Stroll the pier
[03:00.11]into the magazine launch party.
[03:05.49]I am handed a pill,
[03:12.05]and I swallow with complete disdain.
[03:17.77]Kick-drum bangs off the high-hat;
[03:24.89]Remember to look bored.
[03:29.02]We suck each others' faces,
[03:34.99]and make sure we are noticed.
[03:40.11]Cocaine won't save you
[03:41.55]Because East London is a vampire,
[03:44.55]it sucks the joy right out of me
[03:47.18]How we long for corruption in these golden years.
[03:54.80]Oh how our parents
[03:58.46]they suffered for nothing
[04:00.77]Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
[04:04.65]Like the 80s never happened.
[04:06.05]People are afraid, are afraid
[04:10.43]To merge on the freeway.
[04:32.32][04:26.44][04:19.38][04:15.30]Disappear here