To All New Arrivals Album

Artist(s): Faithless

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Tracklist

Bombs

length: 4:59
producer: Rollo and Sister Bliss
vocal: Harry Collier
performer: Nancy Van Beneden
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
bass: Sister Bliss
keyboard: Sister Bliss
strings: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
composer: Sister Bliss, Maxi Jazz, Harry Collier, Rollo

We think we're heroes
We think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh look how great we have become

Key in the door
The moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up
Screaming for a kiss and a story
They're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munition
I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much bought, so much sold
One man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

We're just children, we're just dust
We are small, we are lost
And we're nothing
Nothing at all

One bomb
The whole block gone
Can't find my children
And dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic
And confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm going to bury my wife
And dig up my gun
My life is done
So now I'm going to kill someone...

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much bought, so much sold
One man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much bought, so much sold
One man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite

length: 5:41
producer: Rollo and Sister Bliss
vocal: Robert Smith
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss and Mark Bates
spoken vocals: Dalley O'Malley and Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, Robert Smith
Now you can't do it fast, it won't be an ? you
I'm not going to bed
Just do it, do it, that's right
Here we go

Saving all my money for a pocketful of love
And food in my tummy
Chocolate and broccoli
Sand and dirt and squashing snails
I'm never going to bed but if I do
Selfish crocodile's coming too

Train sets, birthdays and re-living
Pizzas, diggers and dirty things
What I want is a car like Noddy
And to live with the monkeys in the zoo
I'm never going to bed but if I do
Hungry caterpillar's coming too

He's coming, yeah
He's coming
He's coming, yeah
Here he is

On candy stripe legs, spider man comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim, shivering in bed

Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do and I realize with fright
The spider man is having me for dinner tonight

The spider man is always hungry

Under the covers, boy
You been reading those comics for hours
I bet you didn't know your dad had super powers
Now where's your dinner
When we play down the rules with your ma?
She gave me vexed when me flex me ex-rapism

It'll come son, the way is you'll develop it later on
Also the back river run for nothing but wisdom
'Cause you're the born sky walker, I may be everyone
Now give me your comic book
Go to sleep and don't make your mama come

She the only one with the kryptonite
So I don't wanna hear another peep, alright?

The spider man is always hungry
The spider man is always hungry

?Come into my parlor?, said the spider to the fly
?For I have a little something here?

Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here he is
Yeah, life bring it on, give it to me
I love it, I can't get enough
I can never get enough
I can't get enough sleep

What is this?
Headphones
What is it for doing?
So you put them on your ears
And you can hear music

From there?
Yeah, from the microphone
What's that in the microphone?
A diaphragm
I, I speak in the microphone
Heyo, heyo, heyo

Music Matters

length: 4:40
producer: Rollo and Sister Bliss
vocal: Cassandra Fox
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, Cassandra Fox
For all those who stood up and were counted
For all those for whom money was no motive
For all those for whom music was a message
I want to thank you

For making me
A little more sure
A little more wise
And courageous

You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door

I won't stop here
I won't be still until the sun sets
On us all

Under the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it the true star?
From Dali Lama to Tanamo
Curtis Mayfield
Say Kurtis Blow
Singing into my pillow
And praying I don't dose
Until my 9 Volt battery goes

You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door

I won't stop here
I won't be still until the sun sets
On us all

You told me to look much further
You told me to walk much more
You told me that music matters
And to chase the dogs back from my door

I won't stop here
I won't be still until the sun sets
On us all

You told me that music matters
You told me that music matters
You told me that music matters
You told me that music matters

Nate’s Tune

length: 2:15
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
guitar: Sister Bliss
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Katja Heger
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo
I look down on this beautiful planet and think that at last I have found paradise.

I Hope

length: 5:28
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz
I hope you understand
What fear is before you have to feel it
I hope my neurosis don't rub off on you
I hope you always have enough to eat

I hope you're never bullied
And I hope you never bully others
I hope you find love
I hope you don't die before your time

I hope you don't blame yourself
For things that are not your fault
I hope you're always playing your tape
And I hope you'll visit me when I'm old

I hope you are true to yourself
I hope that rejection doesn't stop you loving
I hope you never experience war

What are you come to teach me?
Well, would you want 'Philosophy'
Or 'The New Wayne Rooney'?
Will it be poetry that lights your eyes?
Mine are shining and my tears flow free
Oh my son, what have I done?

Brought perfection to this world
Of confusion heedlessly
Now you're the one feeding me
Because I never knew love like this

Endlessly reaching back through eternity
That I can clearly see in your face
When you smile at me and grab my finger

I hope you outlive your parents
I hope you never bury your children

I hope you outlive your parents
I hope you never bury your children

I don't mind whether you're a boy or a girl
I just want you to be healthy
I hope we enjoy every minute of you growing up
I hope you lead your world to victory

Last This Day

length: 5:10
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
vocal: Dido
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, Dido
Lines to the skin
That have seen
Neither sun nor sin

Tubes to the mouth
Cannot laugh or sigh
Or even cry

A drop in the ocean
A second and all time
One stop in the endless sky

But you mean
The whole world to me
You're an island of light
So please last this day
Stay one more day
Please last this day
Stay one more day

Stay one more
Stay one more
Stay one more day

Just one more
Just one more
Just one more day

All this madness around us
You are knowing
And so still

You were made in love
Grew in hope
Were born in pain

You have them running round
Trying to make you breath again

One tiny link
In and endless chain

But you mean
The whole world to me
You're an island of light
So please last this day
Stay one more day
Please last this day
Stay one more day
Please last this day
Stay one more day

To All New Arrivals

length: 5:03
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
vocal: Harry Collier
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
additional keyboard: Mark Bates
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Simon Gough and Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, Harry Collier
In our world, Malaria kills a child every 30 seconds.
11 Million children die every year of mal-nutrition.
(To all new arrivals, welcome)

In our world, 15 Million children have been orphaned by AIDS.
30,000 children die of preventable causes every day.
(To all new arrivals, welcome)

In our world, 2 million children are working in the sex trade this moment.
1.1 Billion people in the world, earn less than a dollar a day.

-Chorus x2

(Chorus)
To all new arrivals, we love you.
We would die for you, kill for you, ahhh... Welcome.

If theres a God, be aware, I'm a man newly made.
My son lies here, and only of him, am I afraid.
As I gaze into that face, I perceive that which is true.
I created him, and we created you... in his image.

-Chorus

And I never knew love like this.

-Chorus x2

Hope & Glory

length: 5:02
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
vocal: One eskimO
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss
cymbal: Andy Treacy
hi-hat: Andy Treacy
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz
When I arrive eyes wide fired up
Tried not to slide and let the side down
Now the plane's on the ground
I'll find a good profession
It's 1957
I've come to the motherland to make a home to put my bed in
This weather does my head in
Some people are less than kind I wish
Mama was here so I could unwind
But I'm supposed to be the good news
So I lace up these hard black shoes
And look - more work
These streets were never paved with gold
They simply make my feet hurt
They just make my feet hurt

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call
And in this land of hope and glory
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all

When I arrive eyes wide petrified
Tried not to cry and let the side down
Now the plane's on the ground
It's 20 years later
Mama's in the arrival lounge
I take a few seconds to kiss her
Then look around at what's happened to my home town
What's going on
But papa doesn't look too strong
Rush home in a cab, windows up
Now I hear dad cough:
"We gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off
For the night"
I have to get to know the guard dogs
Cause they bite
Progress just passed us by, to the right

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call
And in this land of hope and glory
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call
And in this land of hope and glory
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all

[John Reid: The public needs to know that there may be other people out there who may be planning to attack against the United Kingdom. That is why there're a number of other security operations underway. There is still a very serious threat of an attack. The threat level is at severe, indicating the high likelihood of an attempted terrorist attack at some stage.]

A Kind of Peace

length: 4:15
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
vocal: Cat Power
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Cat Power
Being here in the darkness, starless sky
It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
And the world is mine
And no one else sees with my thanks and love in my thoughts
And wishes to give and to ask
It's a kind of peace

It's a kind of peace
It's a kind of peace
It's a kind of peace

With the years doors have been locked and windows closed
And the things I'm sure I knew are no longer due
But I see comfort in my home in my heart
To make a kind of peace
It's a kind of peace

And above me
If there is nothing and no one knew I really care
It's just a now, a now I prefer
Not the future and not the past
So put the chairs to one side and let us dance
It's a strange kind of peace
It's a kind of peace
It's a strange kind of peace
It's a kind of peace

Being here in the darkness, starless sky
It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
And the world is mine
And no one else sees with my thanks and love in my thoughts
And wishes to give and to ask
It's a kind of peace

It's a kind of peace

The Man in You

length: 5:07
producer: Rollo and Sister Bliss
vocal: LSK
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
additional keyboard: Mark Bates
keyboard: Sister Bliss
spoken vocals: Maxi Jazz
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, LSK
Although I don't really know how to handle you
I will have nobody kicking no sand in your face
Not even a trace of bland in you
Teenage and it's a trouble understanding you

You got plenty of energy and stamina
Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in you
There's a bit of, 'I don't give a damn' in you, ha
And that's your old man in you

Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya
And on the day people say what they can't stand in ya
Don't let your ego get out of hand on ya
It ain't a good look when crook-kharma land on ya

Balance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you
The I will and I can in you
Execute the grand plan in you
I'm your daddy and happy to see the man in you

Might know too much but I'm no soft touch
Brought you up, to recognize lies as such
I need no crutch, child hood was arduous
And if there is a God I'm sure He would pardon us
Must be working hard in us, not to harden us

Ten, that you really wanna be
Twenty, exactly what you see is on telly
Eleven, you can't tell him anything
That he don't know already

Twelve, they get together steady
Explore the first keeping up with the many
Thirteen, none of them are ready
Living on old raised broke not a penny

Fourteen, baby in the belly
She's all done a runner another no daddy
Fifteen, Nanny and she loves it dearly
Head strong proving all along but wary

Sixteen, scale we were quite contrary
This is how the garden grows
This is how the garden grows

Children, you still own the power
To turn this into your finest hour
Now a young ma mum that mistake
Can make a contribution why don't we wait and see

Give back the mothers their dignity
And the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility
This society needs to learn empathy

It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me

Birds and bees without flowers
Girls be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour

Birds and bees without flowers
Girls be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour

Emergency

length: 7:45
producer: Sister Bliss and Rollo
vocal: Maxi Jazz
mixer: Grippa
engineer: Grippa
guitar: Martin McCory
keyboard: Sister Bliss
hi-hat: Andy Treacy
writer: Sister Bliss, Rollo, Maxi Jazz, Martin McCory

Open up all channels and frequency
We're screaming... (?)
This is an emergency