Manic Street Preachers - Indian Summer Video and Lyrics
Indian Summer by Manic Street Preachers, Music Video and Lyrics
Here is a nostalgic song from ‘Manic Street Preachers’ , great song and great video, enjoy !
Manic Street Preachers - Indian Summer Lyrics
If God persists, persists in saying yes
I guess we’ll have, we’ll have to test ourselves
Maybe the Summer, will come and clear our minds
And find the impulse, to love the sunshine
I guess we’ll have to test, until there’s nothing left
We said the truth was fixed, it’s lost without a trace
This crime is eternity
When time lost its certainty
The Indian Summer
Maybe this time
We’ll kiss and we’ll not shake hands
Indian Summer, still hurt and broken
And leave all this material belief
Remember the reasons
The reasons that made us be
I guess we’ll have to test, what’s darker than ourselves
We said the truth was fixed, it’s lost without a trace
This crime is eternity
When time lost its certainty
The Indian Summer
I guess we’ll have to test, until there’s nothing left
We said the truth was fixed, it’s lost without a trace
This crime is eternity
When time lost its certainty
The Indian Summer
The Indian Summer [x3]
Manic Street Preachers - Indian Summer Review
It’s a great shame when a band is making some of the finest material of their career and everybody’s too busy whistling about Umbrellas and pretending to dig the latest nu-rave-grindie crossover to pay the slightest bit of notice. ‘Indian Summer’ by the Manic Street Preachers isn’t just one of the group’s best singles for a while, it’s one of their best ever - and that’s from a band who brought you more ball-shaking stadium anthems than you could shake a ruddy great stick at back in the ’90s.
‘Indian Summer’ could find its place on any of the Manics’ finest albums, with its bone-crunching riffs and rousing “dah-dah-daah” harmonies to puff your chest out to, an equal to anything off Everything Must Go, while the lyrical incongruity and themes of God, eternity and time match up with the best works from their darker days on The Holy Bible. James Dean Bradfield sparkles, with his sun-drenched, Welsh holler gliding where most men his age croak and crumble. A proof - if any was needed - that truly great bands never lose it. source digitalspy.co.uk
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