Lyrics
Lyrically, The Supermercados are on a journey trying to understand what it means to be part of a world that is diluted to the point that beautiful freedom and creativity are algorithms. About creating something beautiful out of adversity. Using music to improve your mental health. How music can help to process feelings and understand experiences. Universal hopes and fears, feelings we all experience. How music and lyrics can help get you through.
Fire Escape to Hell
I’m singing in the Anne Marie,
Singing my sweet nothings
Sincerity, serenity, singing in the Anne Marie,
My heart is broke, its dry now.
War wages and kindness is gone
No muzzle, no muzzle
Oh right yeah
Well it’s a gastro pub, she got a new boyfriend
Promoted the wrong person
Better sing my songs in the Anne Marie
War wages, kindness is free
No muzzle, no muzzle yeah
Oh right yeah
War wages, kindness is free
War wages, kindness is free
(random shouting)
Oh right yeah
Silly Games
Wake up, get out of bed, throw some clothes over my head
Get some car keys, but I can’t drive
How hard could it be?
I will try
I’m speed, my eyes are closed
How long till I’m opposed by something concrete, discreet?
Will I break through, or come to a halt?
I hope you live up to all your own hype
I hope you live up to all your own hype
It’s safe to say, you’re not my type
You know I know exactly what you’re doing
And that’s why I hate the opposite of sex
Nah-nah-na-nah
Your playing your silly games
Nah-nah-na-nah
Your playing your silly games
It’s all way too complex
When I just want to hold you in my arms
Nah-nah-na-nah
Your playing your silly games
It might sound like I’m being harsh
But we’ve all had someone who plays with our hearts
They lure you in, they’re so nice
The small cracks form from the day they were born
I hope you live up to all your own hype
It’s safe to say, you’re not my type
You know exactly what you’re doing
And that’s why I hate the opposite of sex
Nah-nah-na-nah
Your playing your silly games
Nah-nah-na-nah
Your playing your silly games
It’s all way too complex
When I just want to hold you in my arms
Nah-nah-na-nah, nah-nah-na-nah
ah-nah-na-nah
Lights
Take ownership of grief, that’s the fighter in you
Sometimes we sing it so true, goes straight through
Do we just give up the fight?
Frustrated, ever so blue
Wish it was anyone but you, wish it was anyone but you
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I have a light, do you have a light?
I see lights, do you have my light?
Poison chalice, but we drink, different morals in the truth
Same outcome, it always seems
Wish better on what we’ve done
I put too much pressure on myself
Stuck it on self-destruct
I’m a good person I know
I have a duty of care too
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I have my light, do you have your light?
Do you have my light, I have a light?
Rich, poor, the poor is rich. Livelihoods are lost
A stigmata I will cross off
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I wish, I wish, I wish it was anyone but you
I have my lights, do you have your light?
I see lights
Record
Old records outsell new ones
I wear a vinyl sleeve
And the world’s vehicle seems
To be a popular disease
Well I ain’t hurting another person’s dream
And structure is outdated
Liberation seems obscene
Well if I be pioneer
The first to feel the pain
I dit it only for your name
Would you live in my love
And embrace in my trust
That freedom returns to be seen
Record, record, record, record
Record, record, record, record
Revelations and revolutions
Revelations & Revolutions
Once bitten, twice as shy
Take my heart to mend
At the local blacksmith, where fire was pride
They made it real, real good
It was not cheap
Now I have something collateral, as a keep sake
Revelations & revolutions
The sweetest song, sung by an enemy
Got a phone call yesterday
Turns out I’m dead
Happened a long, long time ago, but no-one said
The funeral, for friends and family
Was minimal
If you count god as a witness, no-one at all
Revelations & revolutions
The sweetest song, sung by an enemy