“No Roots” — четвёртый студийный альбом британской группы Faithless, вышедший 7 июня 2004 года на лейбле BMG Music. Этот альбом стал первым в карьере группы, который достиг первого места в британских чартах.
Почти все композиции на пластинке сведены воедино с плавными переходами из одной в другую. Пауза есть лишь между песнями «Miss U Less, See U More» и «No Roots».

Альбом No Roots

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In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I’m only a kid
Certain things can’t be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re soar away sun or BBC 1
Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

My story stops here, lets be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain’t going to nirvana or farvana
You’re coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to see
That people overseas suffer just like we
Bad leadership and ego’s unfettered and free
Who feed one the people they’re supposed to lead
I don’t need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight
There’s only now, do it right.
Cos I don’t want your daddy, leaving home tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re soar away sun or BBC 1
Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

Keep keeping up,
Everything will be alright tomorrow
Keep keeping

Hey you yeah you don’t let it get to you, stressing you
It’s what they want you to do,
Smile a while even though it hurts
Even though it hurts
Come on let them know they’ll be no breaking you
Love’s gonna come around again,
And again and again and on,
Nothing new that go come around now
child it won’t be long.

Keep keeping up,
Everything will be alright tomorrow
Keep keeping

In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I’m only a kid
Certain things can’t be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re soar away sun or BBC 1
Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
The skin under my chin is exploding again
I’m getting stress from some other children
I’m holding it in.
We taking sides like a politician
And if I get friction, we get to fighting
I defend my dad, he’s the best of all men
And whatever he’s doing, he’s doing the right thing
It’s frightening, but it makes me mad
Why do all these people seem to hate my dad
And if that aint enough now I got these spots
I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots
And what’s more, I can hear momma next door
Explore the radio for reports of war
And all we ever seem to do
Is hide the tears
Seem like daddy been gone for years
But he was right
Now I’m geared up for the fight
And he would be proud of me
If my daddy come home tonight
Listen me calmly
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re soar away sun or BBC 1
Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
My story stops here, lets be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain’t going to nirvana or farvana
You’re coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to see
That people overseas suffer just like we
Bad leadership and ego’s unfettered and free
Who feed one the people they’re supposed to lead
I don’t need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight
There’s only now, do it right.
Cos I don’t want your daddy, leaving home tonight

Outrospective – третий альбом Faithless. Он был выпущен 18 июня 2001 года после альбома Sunday 8PM и перед альбомом No Roots. Наиболее успешной композицией альбома стал сингл “We Come 1″, он достиг 3-ей позиции в британских чартах, “One Step Too Far” с вокалом от Дидо был на 6-м месте, а “Muhammad Ali” и “Tarantula” поднялись на 29-е место. Сам альбом занял 4-е место в чарте альбомов Великобритании. На обложке альбома размещена фотография, сделанная в мае 1968 года во время студенческих забастовок в Париже.

Альбом Outrospective

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I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m with you (with you)
It’s always one step too far
One step too far

You can walk too far but still you won’t be found
You can look down on the world but still you won’t find love
You won’t find love

[Maxi Jazz]
Only with mellow
Are you thin enough to slide through,
Don’t let nothin’ ride u,
If the sun or the moon would give way to doubt,
They would immediately go out.
Only one swallow doesn’t make a summer
But u gotta start somewhere (maxi’s bit)

[Dido]
I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m with you (with you)
It’s always one step too far
One step too far

I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m with you (with you)
It’s always one step too far
One step too far

Mesmerizing

You know what skinny little me started to struggle,
10 years old suddenly bold
Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring,
Be smart never give an inch,
No retreat when I’m wrapped up
Respect from teachers, Red Necks
And creatures who attack in a pack
Like incensed never seen the light not before or
Since a young prince
And I remain convinced of his invincibility
Athletic agility, virility,
Seen your free spirit for every through eternity stings
Like a bee Mr Muhammed Ali

I want to know who you are!
I want to know who you are!
I want to know who you are!

Your achievements defy belief from the belly of the beast Rising like yeast,
My release from low self esteem
Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen.
Float like a butterfly,
That describes my walk to school after fight night
I felt so cool cause I was at place too,
Love myself born slippy
Outta love for you,
And I knew that someday people would love me too.
None of that heckling about my black skin got through,
I would walk bare foot through hell for you,
It was how I felt back then I would still do for you,
So accept these humble words of praise,
And my gratitude for those glorious days
And your victorious ways,
Instilled in the young minds,
Skill sublime yours to mine!
I want to know who you are!
I want to know who you are!

I’m getting heated, I’m sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure
Unless an escape route is found,
I’m going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, it’s absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So I’m referred back to hell, huh
Just as well, I hate needles an’ get twinges at the thought
of syringes

J (as in Jerome), I’m going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makin’ love over and over again
With what I call a farmer’s swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who’s dick is always hard
Oh God, of course I’m jealous, fellows,
oversexed flexing his pec’s
Jesus, what’s he going make her do next?
I’m mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
You used to do that to me back in 1253
Pity me, while you lie with your lover
I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know it’s possible to vaguely define my outline
When dust move in the sunshine
So I’m tryin’ to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
And switch ’round the house in a blind rage
It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this
cage
And write another stage into a new age,
it’s difficult to gauge
But I know that I’ll see you again, on that you may depend
I just don’t know how or when
Sleep on, my lost love on gone

Jerome took me home under steel skies
Knowing I’m prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies
And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes
The why oh why’s that identify killer lullabies
And he surmised
No surprise couldn’t hear that
Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again
Not knowing how and not knowing when.

I’m a slave to your outrage
Rocket box stiff shocks an’ a roll cage
Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an’ poise
Exhaust notes an antidote for old age
Yes! Yes!
Who got the keys to my R.S. we goin’ on a road test
Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed
With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground
Engine singin’ like Anita Baker
An’ iff I take a corner too quick y’ get sick
When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride
Mi broadside slide like a battleship

Side-slip puch out mi hip
Stick it in gear an’ give the gas a blip. It
Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby’s equipped
Me an’ she gone clear I got quik rack reduction
On the under steer, I been
Fairly and squarely discribed as hairy
People say my baby is scary
Look you takes your money and you takes your schoice
I just love to hear my baby’s voice
She’s my baby

I roll up for the session, ev’rything in position
My friends demonstratin’ erudition
I listen for a minute before takin’ sides
Sleepy eyes on the limit sit down an’ spin it
Like we do every Friday down my way
Why play the fool with demon alcohol
As a rule my baby gets passed around
I don’t frown, I love to see my friends gettin’ down
When it’s just me an’ she you know it’s never precarious
But sharin’ with ya buddies is hilarious
Variously we argua an’ disagree an’ get heated
Hafta tell my people to be seated
An’ restart the anti-stress process
‘Til there’s a big mess of twigs an’ seeds to meetcha needs
An’ with that first inhaled hello…
Guaranteed mellow
She’s my baby