Gang Of Four - Where The Nightingale Sings lyrics

Turn you back on London's bitter pride In melancholic isolation Force-feed yourself sentimentality With golden age mythology A feudal lord doesn't live no more But in the night, the ravens call False memories, fake history Next you'll talk of racial purity [Chorus:] When the nightingale sings The knights around all cleave close You were abiding Well your name is not Always one, simple relations Walk away from anonymity The fedual lords are rutheless no more But in the night the ravens call (Force-feed yourself sentimentality) False memories, fake history False memories Fake history Next you'll talk of racial purity [Chorus:] When the nightingale sings The knights around all cleave close You were abiding Well your name is not (Force-feed yourself sentimentality) [Chorus x2:] When the nightingale sings The knights around all cleave close You were abiding Well your name is not