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Ladytron
Ladytron


Background information
Origin Liverpool, Merseyside, England
Genre(s) Electroclash
Electropop
Synthpop
New Wave
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Island Records
Nettwerk Records
Emperor Norton Records
Website Website
Members
Helen Marnie
Daniel Hunt
Mira Aroyo
Reuben Wu



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Ladytron Album


Light & Magic (09/17/2002)
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Sluntseto presicha tiahnata daga
Na piasaka risuvat, blestiashta svetlina.

Iz grada te tichat,
Tuk tame nadnichat,
Burzo se oblichat,
Pogled ne privlichat.

Sluncho gi prispiva v toploto kreslo
Tiho shte broiat do shest-stotin i edno

Iz grada te tichat,
Tuk tame nadnichat,
Burzo se oblichat,
Pogled ne privlichat.

. . .


They only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one
You're no fun
They take a polaroid and let you go
Say they'll let you know
So come on
(*repeat 7 times*)

We only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one
You're no fun

. . .


Saw your visa card, and took a trip downtown.
I don't really care that there's people around.

923 816, is the sound of that flicking your switch.
815 194, does this mean you don't trust me anymore?
Does this mean you don't trust me anymore?

I'm so happy that your coming out to play.
Now I'm only one cocaine decision away.

369 248, is the sound of them closing your gate.
815 194, does this mean you don't trust me anymore?
Does this mean you don't trust me anymore?

It's the time to head beyond the city lights.
Now I don't recall there being warning signs.

923 816, is the sound of that flicking your switch.
815 934, does this mean you don't trust me anymore?
Does this mean you don't trust me anymore?

815 934, does this mean you don't trust me anymore?
Does this mean you don't trust me anymore?


. . .


A red cell, a perfect view out of the
Novotel, sat gently listening to
This song, "it started over again"
And the girl gets higher, the room’s on fire
If you want her, let it go, hello,
The sun went in, and it started over again

Linking an encyclopaedia of nothing
In half-written signatures and false names
"it started over again"
And the girl gets higher, the room’s on fire
If you want her, let it go, hello,
The lights went out and it started over again.

. . .


Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
On

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
On

Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on
On
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on

Turn it on, on
Turn it on, on
Turn it on, on
Turn it on
Turn it
Turn it on, on
On

Turn it on

. . .


Straight lines that cut through the scene
like you wanted to, blue jeans.
Soft loans that spent all last summer
buying drinks for you, blue jeans.
Left hand that crashed near your house
in the ice and snow, blue jeans.
A face outside sleeping pressed against
the bay window, blue jeans.

You've been trying to protect me,
An insect living in your memory,
Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams,
Like you want them to.

You don't need me to show the way now
they're onto you, blue jeans.
And I won't be phoning you today
unless you want me to, blue jeans.

You've been trying to protect me,
An insect living in your memory,
Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams,
Like you want them to

*

. . .


Back to summertime. It was almost 6 months to the day.
Eyes clock to his hand.
Liquid crystals on his watch catch rays of morning peeking through.
Moving the pillows out of the way. Tries to make the time.
Falls asleep with his watch on again.
Cracked LCD.

He has got last years summertime, the one she liked.
On daylight saving time, hoping that the world catch up with him
before he catches her.
It happens once a year. She'd better run.
Was summertime for all. Alpine retreat off the A40.
Cracked LCD

. . .


Someone's coming round in the evening

One touch on the face of a city.
Boy/black plastic chair with some time to spare

Black plastic, touching black plastic

Someone's coming round in the evening

One touch on the face of a city.
Boy/black plastic chair with some time to spare

Black plastic, touching black plastic

One touch on the face of a city.
Boy/black plastic chair with some time to...
Drawing on face of a girl who is sleeping
Black plastic chair, reaching out, making one touch

. . .


When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today

This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today

This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

When the night becomes, automatic sequence joining the day,
Singing something new, someone else is sliding into your way.
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.

Got to get you off my conscience by Friday,
On Saturday I'll be wide awake, On Sunday I'm your new best friend,
On Monday learn it all again

For your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want.

*

. . .


School holiday that she could do without,
A weekend break that slept in late.
A beach resort under a year of rain,
This is where it has to start.

When the AC hum inside your sleepy head,
Drowns the startup chime inside your heart,
Technology is there to cure yourself,
This is where it has to start

Unfamiliar brand falls from an empty shelf,
Without sounding an alarm,
The test results tell you nothing at all,
This is where it has to start.

When the AC hum inside your sleepy head,
Drowns the startup chime inside your heart,
Technology is there to cure yourself,
this is where it has to start.

The Northern Lights are just a band for hire,
Playing class reunions without end.
The test results tell you nothing at all....
Technology is there to cure yourself....
A dusty cartridge from the VCs is on the way to see old friends,
This is where it has to start.

. . .


Oblatsi prez reshetki
Kolektsii ot sulfetki
Vlakove, motoretki
Raziadeni podmetki

Klameni v ruka
Konets prez igla
Igratchki v torba
Lista vuv kosa

Oblatsi prez reshetki
Kolektsii ot sulfetki
Vlakove, motoretki
Raziadeni podmetki

Hvurlena guma
Iztrita duma

. . .


High,
21st of July,
You know the thought is all wrong,
but the feeling is right.
Say,
on the 19th of May,
turn it on close the door,
and then set to ignore.

Hey, where did you come from?
And why don’t you stay where you belong?
Think, everyone that you kiss,
do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?

You live
in someone else’s song.
Have you been there too long,
or not long enough?
Yes, what did you leave behind?
Another weekend expires,
with no definite signs.

Hey, where did you come from?
And why don’t you stay where you belong?
Think, everyone that you kiss,
do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?

. . .


Traffic things and power lines
Cables on the ocean floor
Traffic things and power lines
Going out to number four
There's a photo hidden on page four,
has the halo around your smile, think fast
They say, that play, that fallout is a must
Still you keep on keeping on past the kids

Your the boss from behind your eyes
With, looking for the cherry on the ice
They say, that play, that fallout is a must
Still you keep on keeping on past the kids,
and still you keep on keeping on past the kids

. . .


The kids are freed, now all they need is a gift from their mum and dad
They heard the tones, of Spanish phones stranded in the sand.

You left on the lights, is there somebody home
You left on the lights, is there somebody home
Left on the lights, is there somebody home, light and magic

You cut your hair and made a friend, now they're falling into you
This is the closest that you will get to them, how do you do?

You left on the lights, is there somebody home
Switched off your voicemail and left it alone
Left on the lights, is there somebody home, light and magic

Then lost some time in someone’s line, might just've caught the show
This is not real, but it will deal with this thing between tonight and
tomorrow...

By the beach in a one-storey building, you're lucky if the light's not out
But, baby, now you look like a Xerox of yourself.

The kids are free, now all they need is a gift from their mum and dad

. . .


Where am I? Sleeping at the console. ahhhh
I dreamt something, that I don't remember. ahhhh
Checking in, just like any other. ahhhh
Signing off, signing out forever.ahhhh

You're secondhand,
That's the reason why you're easy to drive. The reason why.
You understand,
That's the reason why you're easy to hide.

My head says yes but I was sedated. ahhhh
Signing on, checking in together. ahhhh

You're secondhand,
That's the reason why you're easy to drive.
You understand,
That's the reason why you're easy to hide.
You joined a band,
That's the reason why you're easy to try.
You understand,
That's the reason why you're easy to hide.

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaa(x a lot)

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