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Kate Tempest releases Europe is Lost video

Powerful new release from the poet.

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

America lost

London 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

on my



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.

Top-down violence

structural viciousness.


Your kids are doped up

on medical sedatives.

But don’t worry ‘bout that, man.

Worry bout




The water levels rising!


The water levels rising!


The animals

The elephants

The polar bears are dying.



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,

my treat!

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?


It goes:

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 –


jail him,

he’s the criminal.

It’s the

BoredOfItAll Generation

the product of product placement

and manipulation,

shoot em up, brutal

duty of care,

come on! new shoes!

beautiful hair.















and selfies


and selfies


and selfies



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


like stones

in a



What am I gonna do wake up?






we are lost


we are lost

And still nothing

will stop

Nothing pauses


We have ambitions

and friendships

and our courtships

to think of

Divorces to drink off the thought of


The Money

The Money

The Oil.


The planet is shaking and spoiled

Your life is a plaything, a garment to soil


The Toil


The Toil.


I can’t see an ending at all.




The End.


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

for the

bigger buck.



in the land

where nobody

gives a fuck.



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