The Fiery Lights - "Tongues" - Local & Live 2025 (contains flashing lighting)

Epilepsy warning: this video contains flashing lighting in a live concert environment.

Tongues - original track performed live @ the Local & Live festival 2025, by the Fiery Lights.
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Video by Travis Digital: travisdigital.co.uk

Lyrics:

Wrap it up, tap, tuck it up, move on.
Throw it in the back like a bit of trash, crush it like King Kong.
I did not say those things.

Remember when a secret really was a secret.
You wrote it in a code, for a friend, only you and they know but now...
A million tiny pings.

Are we having fun? Tap, wipe it out, swipe, kill a bit of doubt.
Sift through the wreckage for the reason for the burnout.
Crowned. A million tiny kings.

Everybody's ruling, fuelling, bullying and mewling.
Waiting for a tiny bit of power they can drool in.
Fly on someone else's wings.

You learn it when you're young.
They used to cut out tongues.
Now it's smiling suns.
Clapping hands and thumbs.
Are we having fun? x 3
I’m not having any fun.

Did you get my hit? I buried it, take another Merocet.
Maybe if I use a fancy word I'll look intelligent.
I don't know why I said that.

You say you're feeling worth it? Perfect. Except you never earned it.
Put you on a wave and f*cking right you're gonna surf it.
But look down. Did you see those fins?

You learn it when you're young.
They used to cut out tongues.
Now it's smiling suns.
One mistake you're done.
Cancelled, banished, gone.
Are we having fun? x 3
I'm not having any fun.

Does anybody understand? Has anybody figured out the rules?
Of this great Wild West, where you're a genius or a fool.
All the copying, borrowing, following and worrying.
Endless mirrored halls to wander in.
Take me back to 1982.
For Bryan Robson versus France.
BMXs, Top Trump cards.
Trading stickers with my friends.
Somebody's dad's Mercedes Benz.
My valentine, for Karen Green.
Why can't I have a Soda Stream?
The endless days of childhood summers gone.
Before I heard that song.
Angels howling, demons singing. [Why can't someone stop this train? I]
Tips on suicide and cleaning.
All the voices saying the same damn thing. [Why can't someone stop this train? I]
"You're not enough, you've never been."

Why can't someone stop this train?

Lyrics - copyright Ian Knapp