Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
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Manic Street Preachers & Traci Lords
Manic Street Preachers
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Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
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Manic Street Preachers
Manic’s 1992 feminist anthem, released as the last single to Generation Terrorists was a minor success at the time but went on to become one of the band’s classics.
James Bradfield described this song as an attempt to write “something the E-Street Band might play”. It was also written with the idea...
[Intro]
[Verse 1: James]
No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys
[Traci]
My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scary
Hold me in your arms
I want to be your only possession
[Bridge]
Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men
[Verse 2: James]
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
[Traci]
No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
If I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory
[Verse 3: James]
Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie doll futility
Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
[Bridge]
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock and roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock and roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
Little Baby Nothing was written by James Dean Bradfield & Sean Moore & Richey Edwards & Nicky Wire.
Little Baby Nothing was produced by Steve Brown.
Manic Street Preachers released Little Baby Nothing on Mon Feb 10 1992.
Lead singer James Dean Bradfield said in a track-by-track interview for Generation Terrorists:
“Little Baby Nothing” was the first time we’d really cannibalised one of our own songs […] the main melody line in the chorus… is “I’m going down to suicide alley”. […] It was a perfectly-formed lyric act...