The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Marc Almond Contempt
I'm trying to wash the taste away I'm trying to wash the taste away Trying not to cry the night away Trying not to cry the night away I'm finding a bitter word to say And I'm finding it easier every day Contempt Every day it fills me Contempt Every day it kills me Contempt Every tear that blinds me Contempt Building up inside me One kiss and the poison melts away One smile and the poison melts away I'm trying not to cry the nights away I'm trying not to cry the nights away I'm finding a bitter word to say And I'm finding it easier every day Contempt Every day it fills me Contempt Every day it kills me Contempt Every tear that blinds me Contempt Building up inside me You came crawling out the woodwork Like some ghost from my past With stories 'bout me That I'd long since forgot Telling me tales of how big you are now But I know you as nothing As nothing you got You'd split me wide open And spill all my beans Because you think That I still think Something of you You'd run away with everything That I have Take all my soul, sense and dignity too Loving is the saddest game to play Loving is the saddest game to play I'm trying not to cry the nights away I'm trying not to cry the nights away I'm finding a bitter word to say And I'm finding it easier every day Contempt Every day it fills me Contempt Every day it kills me Contempt Every tear that blinds me Contempt Building up inside me
