1. 1

    The Indelicates - Savages

  2. 2

    The Indelicates - America

  3. 3

    The Indelicates - Better To Know

  4. 4

    The Indelicates - Burn All The Photographs

  5. 5

    The Indelicates - Flesh

  6. 6

    The Indelicates - Fun is For The Feeble-Minded

  7. 7

    The Indelicates - Heroin

  8. 8

    The Indelicates - If Jeff Buckley Had Lived

  9. 9

    The Indelicates - Julia We Don't Live In The Sixties

  10. 10

    The Indelicates - New Art For The People

  11. 11

    The Indelicates - Our Daughters Will Never Be Free

  12. 12

    The Indelicates - Point Me To The West

  13. 13

    The Indelicates - Sixteen

  14. 14

    The Indelicates - Stars

  15. 15

    The Indelicates - The British Left In Wartime

  16. 16

    The Indelicates - The Last Bombed City

  17. 17

    The Indelicates - The last significant statement to be made in rock and roll

  18. 18

    The Indelicates - The Recession Song

  19. 19

    The Indelicates - The Sequel To Peter Pan And Wendy

  20. 20

    The Indelicates - Unity Mitford

  21. 21

    The Indelicates - Vladimir

  22. 22

    The Indelicates - Waiting fot Pete Doherty to Die

  23. 23

    The Indelicates - We Hate The Kids

  24. 24

    The Indelicates - You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly

  25. 25

    The Indelicates - Zuhalterballade

Point Me To The West

The Indelicates

I'm bitter and twisted
Unaddressed and unlisted
And all of our plans came to nothing, it seems.
There's nothing above
Except lies about love
Crooked skies west
And impossible dreams.

And the young and the hatefully
Spoiled and ungrateful
Born to inherit this beauty we made,
Who owe us a debt
That they'll never know debt
And the dirt and disease
Of the rotten old days.

So tear out my name from the books of the law
I don't want a part of the past anymore
And scrub out every line in my biography
And don't let me influence no one.

I'm jelous and broken
For the trophies and the tokens
And the aching little photos
On other peoples walls.
No desire could be finer
And no man should be a miner
But I could spit a hole in diamond
When the clocking-out bell tolls.

How we danced, you and I,
Beneath the cut glass sky
With our hands waving mimicing
How other hands were free
Life's a beach that you build,
A sandpit we filled
With the old cold sweat
Of our slavery.
So tear out my name from the books of the law
I don't want a part of the past anymore
And burn every record in my discography
And don't let me influence no one.

Pack up my books in the old oak chest
Saddle me a horse and point me to the west
Fill up my hip flask, load up my gun
And point me to the setting sun.

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