Manic Street Preachers is an alternative rock band from Blackwood, Wales, formed in 1986. Often referred to as "the Manics", they are James Dean Bradfield (vocals, guitars), Nicky Wire (bass, occasional vocals) and Sean Moore (drums, backing vocals, occasional trumpet). The band were originally a quartet: lyricist and rhythm guitarist Richey Edwards mysteriously vanished on 1 February 1995. He was declared presumed deceased in November 2008.
The Manics released their debut album Generation Terrorists in 1992.
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Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 09:12:21 +0100 From: Starla Iha Subject: No Surface All Feeling TAB
Artist: Manic Street Preachers Song: No Surface all Feeling Album: Everything Must Go
Hello! This is a totally amazing song! In my opinion it's the best on the album. This is just the chords but if I can be bothered I'll do the Tab. If anyone wants it desperately e-mail me at [email protected] O.k?
Verse: ------- E G#maddb6 Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
F#m11 Asus2 Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
E G#maddb6 See me now and I will apologise
F#mAsus2 For me for you we knew they were lies
E5G#m It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
F#mA5 It may of worked but at what price?
EG#m What's the point of always looking back,
F#mA5 When all you see is more and more junk.
Chorus: -------- EF#mAm It was no surface but all feeling
EF#mAm Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Lyrics: ------- Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised, just take a look at the whites of my eyes, see me now and I will apologise, for me for you we knew they were lies. It makes me angry ashamed but really alive, it may have worked but at what price? What's the point of always looking back, when all you see is more and more junk.
It was no surface but all feeling, maybe at the time it felt like dreaming.
Maybe richer maybe wiser, seems so easy to not go too far, beg me to stop hate my face I know, and tell me forever just to go. Just one thing before I get to sleep, and nothing here but the stains on my teeth, no not blood just liquid from you, I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner, feel the cold of a winter. It was no surface but all feeling, maybe at the time it felt like dreaming.