A Weekend in the City Digital Booklet

BLOC PARTY. A WEEKEND IN THE CITY

A WEEKEND IN THE CITY

SONG FOR CLAY (DISAPPEAR HERE) I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity I am trying to be heroic as all around me history sinks So I enjoy and I devour flesh and wine and luxury But in my heart I am lukewarm Nothing ever really touches me At Les Trois Garçons We meet at precisely nine o'clock I order the foie gras And I eat it with complete disdain Bubbles rise in champagne flutes But when we kiss I feel nothing Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro reds

Because East London is a vampire It sucks the joy right out of me How we longed for corruption in these golden years Oh how our, how our parents They suffered for nothing Live the dream Live the dream Live the dream Like the eighties never happened People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway Disappear here Disappear here Disappear here Disappear here Disappear here

Self-pity won't save you Oh how our, how our parents They suffered for nothing Live the dream Live the dream Live the dream Like the eighties never happened People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway Disappear here We stroll past the queue, into the magazine launch party I am handed a pill and I swallow with complete disdain Kick drum pounds, off-beat high-hats Remember to look bored We suck each other's faces And make sure we are noticed The cocaine won't save you

HUNTING FOR WITCHES I was sitting on the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six-pack of beer Six-pack of beer Six-pack of beer The newscaster says: "the enemy's among us" As bombs explode on the 30 bus Kill your middle-class indecision Now is not the time for liberal thought So I go hunting for witches I go hunting for witches Heads are going to roll I go hunting for...

(In the) nineties Optimistic as a teen Now it's terror Airplanes crash into towers Into towers, crash into towers… The Daily Mail says: "the enemy is among us" "Taking our women and taking our jobs" All reasonable thought is being drowned out By the non-stop baying, baying Baying for blood So I go hunting for witches I go hunting for witches Heads are going to roll I go hunting for... I was an ordinary man, with ordinary desire I watched TV, it informed me I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire There must be accountability Disparate and misinformed Fear keeps us all in place So I go hunting for witches I go hunting for witches Heads are going to roll I go hunting for... I was an ordinary man, with ordinary desire I watched TV, it informed me I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire There must be accountability Disparate and misinformed Fear keeps us all in place

WAITING FOR THE 7.18 Waiting for the seven eighteen January is endless Weary-eyed and forlorn The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing to add or contest Can I still kick a ball a hundred yards? Now we cling to bottles and memories of the past (Give me moments) Just give me moments (Give me moments) Not hours or days (Give me moments) Just give me moments Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night Let the sadness off those molars Spend all your spare time trying to escape With crosswords and Sudoku If I could do it again I'd make more mistakes I'd not be so scared of falling If I could do it again I'd climb more trees I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries (Give me moments) Just give me moments (Give me moments) Not hours or days (Give me moments) Just give me moments Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Is it so wrong to crave recognition? Second best, runner-up Is it so wrong to want rewarding? To want more than is given to you? Than is given to you? Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle I will outshine them all

THE PRAYER

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine them all

Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle I will outshine them all

Is it so wrong to crave recognition? Second best, runner-up Is it so wrong to want rewarding? To want more than is given to you? Than is given to you? Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit Tonight make me unstoppable And I will charm, I will slice I will dazzle I will outshine them all Standing on the packed dance floor Our bodies throb in time Silent on the weekdays Tonight I claim what's mine

UNIFORM There was a sense of disappointment As we left the mall All the young people looked the same Wearing their masks of cool and indifference Commerce dressed up as rebellion 'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored So entertain us, tell me a joke Make it long, make it last, make it cruel Just make me laugh, We can't be hurt We can't be hurt Drink to forget your blues on the weekend Think about more things to buy The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing And how to grow my hair long 'Cause we're so handsome (We're so handsome) And we're so bored (We're so bored) So entertain us (Entertain us) Tell me a joke (Tell me a joke) Make it long Make it last Make it cruel Just make me laugh We can't be hurt We can't be hurt We can't be hurt So why d'you go picking fights that you'll lose? (When you have entertainment) (When you things to pass the time)

So why d'you go thinking thoughts that are above you? (You can be happy, just play dumb) (You can be happy, just play dumb) Well I was brave and unique intelligent, a snowflake I could have been a hero No-one can be trusted Over the age of 14 Tattoo our arms Converse shoes Cynical We still do it We tell ourselves we're different I've gotten so good at lying to myself All my pain and honour is used up All my guns are rusted So when you gonna realise Those are not your wrongs to right? Have another line Have another drink (Pop songs won't change the government, the government) I am a martyr, I just need a motive I am a martyr, I just need a cause I'm a believer, I just need a moment I'm a believer, I just need a cause We're finding it hard to break the mould We're finding it hard to be alone We're finding it hard to have time by ourselves We have nothing at all to say

Uniform Uniform Uniform There was a sense of disappointment As we left the mall All the young people looked the same

ON I am on, switched on A sudden clearness A clarity Hidden away in every locked toilet I've been waiting for you In the Joiners Arms I know your name I know your name I've danced with you We're all friends here Silver slugs lined up like bullets Rolled up twenties They disappear You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful and stutter-free You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful On Friday night I do all the talking A pint and a fight The dance floor is mine Truth serum And limbs that won't listen Drunken “I love you's” On top of the world And when it runs out We're chasing something we'll never catch And when it runs out, we buy more A flatness so bleak I've been bitten by a vampire A flatness bleaker than the one it replaced

You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful and stutter-free You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful I can charm I can charm them all I can charm them all I can charm I can charm them all I can charm them all You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful and stutter-free You make my tongue loose You make my tongue loose I am hopeful I can charm I can charm them all I can charm them all I can charm I can charm them all I can charm them all

WHERE IS HOME? After the funeral Breaking cola nuts We sit and reminisce about the past And in her voice Only sadness Her only son taken from her In every headline we are reminded That this is not home for us In every headline we are reminded That this is not home for us The second generation blues Our points of view not listened to Different worlds and different rules A question of allegiance

I walk this modern tightrope Of humility and bellingerence This tommyrot and flag waving Is getting me down I want to stamp on the face Of every young policeman To break the fingers of every old judge To cut off the feet of every ballerina But I cannot So I just sigh And I just sulk And I pretend That there's nothing wrong The teeth of this world Tear me in half And everyday I must ask myself Where, where, where?

Clinging to her Bible and her scapular And the memory of the way things were I don't see hope I cannot smile I burn with anger all the time

Where is it? Where is home? Where is it? Where is home?

We all read What they did To the black boy

In every headline We are reminded that this is not home for us

In every headline we are reminded That this is not home for us

In every headline We are reminded that this is not home for us

Where is it? Where is home?

KREUZBERG There is a wall That runs right through me Just like this city I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out In those strangers' bedrooms? I I have decided At twenty-five That something must change Saturday night in east Berlin We took the U-Bahn To the East Side Gallery I was sure I'd found love With this one lying with me Crying again In the Hauptbahnhof I I have decided At 25 That something must change After sex the bitter taste Been fooled again The search continues After sex the bitter taste Been fooled again The search continues After sex the bitter taste Been fooled again The search continues

After sex (Concerned mothers…) The bitter taste Been fooled again (…of the West) The search continues After sex (Teach your sons…) The bitter taste Been fooled again (…how to truly love) The search continues

I’d’ve gone wherever you wanted I still remember I still remember And on that teachers' training day (And on that teachers' training day) We wrote our names on every train (We wrote our names on every train) Laughed at the people off to work (Laughed at the people off to work) So monochrome and so lukewarm (So monochrome and so lukewarm)

I STILL REMEMBER I... I still remember How you looked that afternoon There was only you You said "it's just like a full moon" Blood beats faster in our veins We left our trousers by the canal And our fingers They almost touched You should have asked me for it I would have been brave You should have asked me for it How could I say no? And our love could have soared Over playgrounds and rooftops Every park bench screams your name I kept your tie

And I can see our days are becoming night I could feel your heartbeat across the grass We should have run I would go with you anywhere I should have kissed you by the water You should’ve asked me for it I would have been brave You should’ve asked me for it How could I say no? And our love could have soared over playgrounds and rooftops Every park bench screams your name I kept your tie I'd have let you if you asked me I still remember I still remember I still remember I still remember

SUNDAY Heavy night It was a heavy night Feels like We've come back from the dead Heavy night It was a heavy night I cannot remember what I said (To anyone) If we get up now We can catch the afternoon Watch the under-fifteens Playing football in the park Let's sleep in St. Leonard's On this alcoholic day We're doing the best With what we've got I love you in the morning When you're still hung-over I love you in the morning When you're still strung out I love you in the morning I work hard all week And so do you We deserve to let off some steam Less orthodox creeping We need to rage through this life There might be ones Who are smarter than you That have the right answers That wear better shoes Forget about those melting icecaps We're doing the best With what we've got

I love you in the morning When you're still hung-over I love you in the morning When you're still strung out When I'm with you I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest A silent smile A private kind of happiness You see Giant proclamations Are all very well But our love Is louder than words When I'm with you I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest A silent smile A private kind of happiness (I love you in the morning) When I'm with you I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest A silent smile A private kind of happiness (I love you in the morning) (x2) I love you in the morning I love you in the morning I love you in the morning

SRXT Walking in the countryside It seems that the winds have stopped I took down the posters from my wall Left letters for you all I remember moments of happiness Endless summer Acoustic guitars Being a man made me coarse When I wanted to be delicate I called up Eugene Told him I was drowning I called up Eugene Told him I was drowning Like a castaway on a warm ocean Waiting for a purpose to rise They say it’s not becoming For a boy my age If you want to know what makes me sad Well it's hope The endurance of faith A battle that lasts a lifetime A fight that never ends Walking in the countryside It seems that the winds have stopped Tell my mother I am sorry And I loved her

SONG FOR CLAY (DISAPPEAR HERE) HUNTING FOR WITCHES WAITING FOR THE 7.18 THE PRAYER UNIFORM ON WHERE IS HOME? KREUZBERG I STILL REMEMBER SUNDAY SRXT

All songs by Bloc Party Published by EMI Music Publishing All tracks produced by Jacknife Lee Engineered by Tom McFall Additional engineering by Sam Bell and Jacknife Lee Assisted at Grouse Lodge by Rowen Rossiter Assisted at Mayfair by Andrew Rugg Programming and keys by Jacknife Lee Additional programming by Sam Bell Recorded at Grouse Lodge, the Garage, the Garden, Olympic, RAK and Mayfair All tracks mixed by Cenzo Townsend Assisted by Neil Comber Mixed at Olympic Studios Strings on 'On' and 'Where Is Home?' arranged by James Banbury The players were: Violins: Everton Nelson, Lucy Wilkins, Alison Dodds, Jeremy Morris Viola: Vincent Greene Cello: James Banbury Backing vocals on 'Waiting For The 7.18', 'Where Is Home?' and 'SRXT' by Liz Neumayer Worldwide management by Simon White & Tony Perrin for Coalition Management All photographs: Rut Blees Luxemburg. courtesy the artist and Union. London Design: Rob Crane at Work Bloc Party is Kele Okereke. Gordon Moakes. Russell Lissack and Matt Tong Lyrics reprinted by permission. All Rights Reserved. ©2007 Bloc Party

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