Song For Clay (disappear Here) Lyrics - Weekend In The City - Bloc Party

I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity 

I am trying to be heroic, because all around me history sings 

So I enjoyed and I devoured 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 

9 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 

(So busy, won't save you) 

Oho, How our, how our parents they suffered for nothing 

Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream 

Like the 80's never happened 

People are afraid, are afraid 

To merge on the freeway 

Disappear here 

Stroll the pier 

Into the magazine launch party 

I am handed a pill, and I swallow with complete disdain 

Kick-drum bangs off the high-hat; remembered to look bored 

We suck each others' faces and make sure we are noticed 

(Cocaine won't save you) 

Because East London is a vampire 

It sucks the joy right out of me 

How we look for corruption in these golden years 

Oho, How our, how our parents they suffered for nothing 

Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream 

Like the 80's never happened 

People are afraid, are afraid 

To merge on the freeway 

Disappear here. 

Disappear here. 

Disappear here. 

Disappear here. 

Disappear here.