Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Noises, artist - Ian Hunter. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
Noises |
| Noises are taking away my freedom |
| Noises seem to rob me of myself |
| Noises are the sound of mediocrity |
| Noises … to take that … from out of myself |
| Noises are taking away my casualness |
| Noises are making me scared |
| Big noises are made by big shots |
| Some noises should never be heard |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Give me noises! |
| Noises are looking over my shoulder |
| Noises are the sound of the herd |
| Noises make the planet colder |
| Noises are noises that should never be heard |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises will destroy me |
| Noises … |
| Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools |
| Who take the vapours from the mind. |
| Neo nothing. |
| Shallow kind |
| A ritzy Nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame |
| And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime |
| A New York butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond |
| Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take |
| Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves |
| Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages |
| Media momenta, who can prevent her |
| Noises, Noises, Noises, Noises |
| Did you find a certain street, they’re looking for thoughtless thoughts to |
| preach |
| The street, the street, they’re not your drain, while waiting in the pouring |
| rain |
| For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt |
| Waiting for Godot did it, then what’s happening the other end — Rewards |
| And gallant knights with blunted swords |
| Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die |
| And that’s the state of the nation |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises |
| Noises, oh, oh, oh |
| I love noises! |