La Tristesse Durera
Manic Street Preachers Lyrics


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Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh




La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

Overall Meaning

In Manic Street Preachers' song "La Tristesse Durera," the lyrics explore themes of disillusionment, disappointment, and the commodification of fame. The singer is feeling forgotten and obsolete after having once been a popular figure. The line "life has been unfaithful" speaks to the idea that the singer had high hopes, but reality did not live up to those expectations. The image of being a "relic" and a "petrified cry" emphasizes the singer's feelings of being frozen in time, unable to move forward or change.


The chorus of "La Tristesse Durera" translates to "the sadness will last forever." This line captures the overall mood and tone of the song, as the singer seems resigned to his fate. The verse "I see liberals, I am just a fashion accessory" speaks to the idea that the singer was once a symbol of something, but now that symbol has lost its meaning, and the singer is simply an object to be used and discarded by those around him. The final verse, where he sold his medal to pay a bill, highlights the idea that fame is fleeting and often unreliable.


Line by Line Meaning

Life has been unfaithful
Life has not lived up to its promises and expectations


And it all promised so so much
There was a lot of potential for greatness, but it was never fulfilled


I am a relic
I am something of the past, outdated and forgotten


I am just a petrified cry
My pain and sorrow have become frozen and unchanging, no longer able to be heard or felt


Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
I am only brought out on special occasions like a monument to the past, kept as a reminder of something that is no longer there


The applause nails down my silence
Even when rewarded, the pain that caused my silence is still present and unchangeable


La Tristesse Durera
The sadness will last forever


Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
The pain is still there, but it has been hidden and there is only a faint echo left


I see liberals
Those who claim to care for me and my struggle


I am just a fashion accessory
But to them, I am only a symbol of their own beliefs and values


People send postcards
Others, who may not even know me, send their well-wishes in a way that feels insincere and superficial


And they all hope I'm feeling well
But in reality, they are only concerned with how my well-being affects them and their image


I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
It's easy to wallow in my own misery, to give in to the sadness and let it consume me


Where they patronise my misery
Others may sympathize but ultimately are only making my pain about them and their own image


I sold my medal
Even something of value to me was sold out of necessity


It paid a bill
But in the end, it didn't really make a difference


It sells at market stalls
What was once something of great value is now being sold cheaply, losing its worth


Parades Milan catwalks
Even fashion, something so fleeting and temporary, is using my pain as a way to seem more trendy and relevant


The sadness will never go
The pain and sorrow will always be a part of me, an inherent aspect of my being


Will never go away
But even though it's always present, I must learn to live with it and not let it define me


Baby it's here to stay
And that's just the way it is, something that cannot be changed




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAMES BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS JONES, RICHARD EDWARDS, SEAN MOORE

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@michaelrichardroberts579

Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay

La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La Tristesse Durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh



@philipdavies5195

Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope Im feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, its so easy
Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh



@peepingtom20101

I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
Oh, the sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

Dont think you can ever forget words like that, can you?



All comments from YouTube:

@maddog8621

This is one of THE GREATEST tunes ever penned. It cannot be lost in time. It deserves to be preserved in amber for generations to learn and grow from

@nunomachado2110

One of the most criminally underrated albums ever.

@Ham958

It’s impossible to play this song “too loudly”… Absolutely banging tune!!!

@retromuel

I genuinely think this is one of the greatest rock/pop songs ever recorded.

@alternatereality85

This song is like a planetary alignment, everything comes together perfectly. Beautiful piece of songwriting.

@michealtoyne7059

That's so well said, beautiful man,🥰

@PBL187

Best review of a song ever 😄

@JameysVideos

Well, apart from the pronunciation of “durera” 🙂

@mgthestrange9098

Such an underrated song, album, band and lyricist. There’s something of a modern day Vincent Van Gogh in Richey Edwards. Under appreciated in his lifetime and tortured by the unseen demon of depression and alcoholism in a society that didn’t understand it at the time. Both will be remembered by the art they left behind. 💞🌻🌹

@mariehelena2364

...oof, so true 😭🥰

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