Manic Street Preachers(often known colloquially as "The Manics") are a Welsh rock band often associated with the Britpop scene, who gained mainstream popularity in the UK in the late 1990s. They are known for their intelligent and often political lyrics and have a dedicated cult following. Although during the early part of their career they were regarded as a punk rock band, their music is now often generally regarded as alternative rock, due to changes in their sound. Co-lyricist and guitarist Richey James Edwards (Richey James, as he preferred to be known) mysteriously disappeared in 1995; his whereabouts is unknown. Politically, the Manics appear as a socialist group — a stance inflected by their working class upbringing in Blackwood, south Wales (they grew up during the miners' strike of the 1980s) as evidenced by their often highly politicised lyrics and actions (they once dedicated an award to Arthur Scargill, leader of the National Union of Mineworkers and later the Socialist Labour Party).
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Groundhog Days Lyrics
Manic Street Preachers
Waking up again
To the same old thing
To the same old songs
To the same old pain
Cocooned in this world
Where every single thing hurts
Bones broken up inside
Look at the boredom in my eyes
We talk the same
We are the same
We just can't walk anymore
We love these days
These Groundhog Days
We just don't feel like before
I felt the sunset overland (?)
And it made me fight again
But tomorrow came to quick
And I went back to bed again
Cocooned in this world
Where every single thing hurts
Bones broken up inside
Look at the boredom in my eyes
We talk the same
We are the same
We just can't walk anymore
We love these days
These Groundhog Days
We just don't feel like before
Like before
Is this what you do with eternity?
I killed myself so many times I don't even exist any more
So I surrender to impulse but still so numb
So make some time
So make some time
Wake up feeling like a Messiah
Totally fucked five minutes later
My body a temple falling to pieces
Chocolate or Coke, my needs are artificial
Unintentional, forsaken for what?
All in search of our personal gods
Anymore
These Groundhog Days
Like before
Waking up again
To the same old thing
To the same old songs
To the same old pain