The Will To Power


N.B. Please do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the recordings


Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like a god.
Walk towards the small town lights felt brighter than the lot of them.
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion sepectators look on;
Judging, analyzing, losing, sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs,
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the toffs slumming it?
Where's the fanaticism?
Where's truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights felt brighter than the lot of them.
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion sepectators look on;
Judging, analyzing, losing, sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs,
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?


Written by Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, and Peter Mansell
From the compilation Masters Of The Universe
And on the Little Girl (With Blue Eyes) E.P.

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