Kate Tempest has revealed her new video for her powerful track Europe is Lost. The poet and singer/song-writer has also been nominated for the NME Award for Best Female Artist.
Watch Europe is Lost below:
You can read the lyrics to Kate Tempest’s new song below:
Europe is lost
still we are clamouring victory.
All that is meaningless rules,
And we have learned nothing from history.
People are dead in their lifetimes,
Dazed in the shine of the streets.
But look how the traffic’s still moving.
The system’s too slick to stop working.
Business is good.
And there’s bands every night in the pubs,
And there’s two for one drinks in the clubs.
We scrubbed up well
We washed off the work and the stress
Now all we want’s some excess
Better yet; A night to remember
that we’ll soon forget.
All of the blood that was shed for these cities to grow,
All of the bodies that fell.
The roots that were dug from the earth
So these games could be played
I see it tonight
in the stains
The buildings are screaming
I can’t ask for help though,
nobody knows me,
Hostile. Worried. Lonely.
We move in our packs
and these are rights we were born to
Working and working
so we can be all that want
Then dancing the drudgery off
But even the drugs have got boring.
sex is still good
when you get it.
To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach
To each a dream.
Don’t weep, don’t scream.
Just keep it in,
Keep sleeping in
What am I gonna do to wake up?
I feel the cost of it pushing my body
Like I push my hands into pockets
And softly I walk and I see it
this is all we deserve
The wrongs of our past have resurfaced
Despite all we did to
vanquish the traces
my very language is tainted
with all that we stole to replace it with this,
I am quiet
Feeling the onset of riot.
But riots are tiny though
Systems are huge,
Traffic keeps moving,
proving there’s nothing to do.
Coz it’s big business baby
and its smile is hideous.
Your kids are doped up
on medical sedatives.
But don’t worry ‘bout that, man.
The water levels rising!
The water levels rising!
The polar bears are dying.
STOP CRYING START BUYING!!
But what about the oil spill?
No one likes a party pooping spoil sport.
massacres massacres massacres/new shoes
ghettoised children murdered in daylight by those employed to protect them.
live porn streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms.
Glass ceiling, no headroom.
Half a generation live beneath the breadline/oh but its Happy Hour on
the high street!
Friday night at last, lads,
All went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar, place went nuts, you can ask our Lou, it was madness, road ran red, pure claret.
And about these immigrants?
I cant stand them. Now, mostly, I mind my own business.
But they’re only coming here to get rich.
It’s a sickness.
And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?
Work all your life for a pittance,
maybe you’ll make it to manager
pray for a raise
cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar.
The Anarchists are desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers in glamorous magazines
who’s dating who?
politico cash in an envelope
caught sniffing lines
off a prostitutes prosthetic tits,
and it’s back to the house of lords with slapped wrists.
they abduct kids
and fuck the heads of dead pigs
but him in the hoodie with a couple of spliffs –
he’s the criminal.
the product of product placement
shoot em up, brutal
duty of care,
come on! new shoes!
here’s me outside the palace of ME!
construct a self and psychosis
meanwhile the people are dead in their droves
but nobody noticed
well some of them noticed,
you could tell by the emoji they posted.
Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and bright
and lets dream
But some of us are stuck
What am I gonna do wake up?
we are lost
we are lost
And still nothing
We have ambitions
and our courtships
to think of
Divorces to drink off the thought of
The planet is shaking and spoiled
Your life is a plaything, a garment to soil
I can’t see an ending at all.
How is this something to cherish?
When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make room for alien structures,
Kill What You Find if it threatens you.
No trace of love
in the hunt
in the land
gives a fuck.