Mesh

"Mesh" is one of the B-sides to "Everything's Gone Green" by New Order, the other being "Cries and Whispers". Due to an artwork error on the single, it is often confused with "Cries and Whispers", even being mislabeled as it (and vice versa) on several versions of Substance.

"Mesh" is the fifth and final song of 1981-1982.

Both it and "Cries and Whispers" had completely different lyrics in their Cargo demos that released on the Definitive edition of Movement, and only the released versions of both songs had lyrics by Stephen Morris (the demo lyricist is unknown, but known to not be Morris)." Mesh" is also unique in that it changed vocalists, being originally sung by Peter Hook. But in its released version, it's sung by Bernard Sumner. It is not known why the songs changed their lyrics, nor why this one changed its vocalist.

Live stats
"Mesh" has been performed 14 times by New Order and 15 times by Peter Hook & The Light. Stats via Setlist.fm as of 21 November 2023.

Lyrics
Filled with desire The empty sea Hopes and fears are All we ever see We made a contract In a field of snow A single release now And he's saying Out of the woods and trees Across the rain From out of the nighttime Somebody screams He's on his way somewhere All like he's been nowhere I don't know Nobody knows Small girl is lost here On a frozen floor What do they want with me? What do they want with me? I don't know Nobody knows Nobody even tries To find out what they want to know. Another true tight held inside Just out of reach A fail of force now finally seen And hold no speech The walking lines were guiding me On course so straight And it's so stark like winter trees This one's so late
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Time to think of an indoor or going So how to hide? So how to hide? So how to hide? So how to hide?

Running out so you can find him more Pulling out so you can find a cure Pulling out Pulling out I'm pulling out Pulling out so you can find a cure I'm pulling out I'm pulling out so you can find a cure From behind

Now this time, I'm digging too So how to hide? So how to hide?

In the snow, can't feel the lips Now tear away my bones and sides And unreal rates, so how to hide There is no come or sense inside And then I knew, and then I knew I felt this thing And take my will, and take my will It's almost-almost grave to feel, grave to feel And stretch my hand I'm forcing heel, I'm forcing heel It must be zero

And time to think of going indoor or going So how to hide? So how to hide? So how to hide? Hide, and hide, and hide, and hide, and hide So how to hide?