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Where the Nightingale Sings - Gang of Four



     
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Walk away on London's bitter pride
In melancholic isolation
Force-feed yourself, sentimentality
With golden age mythology
The feudal lords are ruthless no more
But in the night, the raven callsFalse memories, fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purityWhere the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
Always one, simple relations
Walk away from from anonymity
The feudal lords are ruthless no more
But in the night, the raven calls(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)False memories, fake history
False memories
Fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purityWhere the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close

You were abiding
Well your name is not(Force-feed yourself sentimentality)When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
When the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
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Gang of Four are a British post-punk group from Leeds, England. Original personnel were singer Jon King, guitarist Andy Gill, bass guitarist Dave Allen and drummer Hugo Burnham. They were fully active from 1977 to 1984, and then re-emerged twice in the 1990s with King and Gill. In 2005, the original lineup reunited. The group had a single in the British Top 60 with "At Home He's A Tourist" in 1979, which was blacklisted by Top Of The Pops for its use of the relatively innocuous term "rubbers".

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