| Los Campesinos! – A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters from Me to Charlotte Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Official lyrics She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours. They kept it like a pet, a private joke; they told no others. And how the tissue repaired, and how it turned to yellow And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothing. He said "thats not yellow, it's golden." Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. The promised they'd be best of friends from now until forever, But both were far too needy not to fall for the other. And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection, Left her feeling safe, left him with an erection. Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. Her body barely visible, as bleach white as the bedsheets. As stiff as starched, only perceptible as her middle was still branded With a heat rash, in the perfect shape of the Show Me State. Your come on lines sound disastrous; noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake. Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. Letter from me to Charlotte; "They appropriated Everything we ever loved, and dressed it up in quotations and fluff. And I had a dream: [though said with hands in pocket, I mean it hand on heart] You held a gun to his head, pressed your thumbs to her throat". In these letters. Letters from me to Charlotte. Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain, Shout into the wind this'll never be the same. |
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| Los Campesinos! – I Just Sighed. I Just Sighed, Just So You Know Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Official lyrics: First and foremost, let it be said, I am writing this at 7:10 am, On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt. Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of Autumn. But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover. They'll knock the garage own and build flats where I sit. The traffic's so persistent that it barely registers And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit. Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by" Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes. Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes? I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you've not been at, I've written eulogies in guestbooks of galleries in the hopes that you might pass Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by" She; nervous and barefoot, chats to me at the front door. He; boyfriend, inside's a saint, becoming a martyr. Me; rolling, writing on the floor, stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall. When I hold sea shells to my ears, I'm pretty sure I can hear you. He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems, Annotated the ones he thought applied the most. Not gonna win you round with prose, If anyone should know then it's I should know. Girl, there must be a reason you let it slip, Went to the point of sending the message. Six months of visceral catherine wheels, Kissing carnivores to make it seem like less of a deal. Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back I just sighed, the universe replied: "let this pass you by" I promise after this I will pick up the phone book And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look. Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future. I'm so sorry to have to put you through a lifetime of dedications That you never desired. ... But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head... I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit No lush in denial, only rather coquettish I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son, Like I barely survived a girls' school education. Even prettier now that you've grown your hair long, I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off. Please just let me be the one to keep track Of the freckles and the moles on your back. |
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| Los Campesinos! – Straight in at 101 Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Corrections: I flew down south to Mexico Had a minor realisation I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating And the beams broke the clouds, The sky looked like a concertina I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks Folded up from a picture I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls (It's never enough) She keeps on pulling the peace sign (And it seems like a taunt) She licked a glaze on her lips They shone like Battleship Grey She never liked the wisdom I gave: -- I condescend a smile And wink directly at the camera And leave you led in both our scents As I tiptoe out the back door I skid down icy streets And view my face in the reflection Of a High Street lingerie store Though it wasn't my intention |
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| Los Campesinos! – We've Got Your Back (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #2) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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..... my apologies, I made some silly typos there. Corrected: official: On the dashboard assembled In descending height order, Half a decade of father's day gifts Her mother bought for her; Never passed on. Puffy eyes, nasty reaction; Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself I learned remedial Spanish From a toddler. Passenger seat of father's taxi Cussing in unison Clutching receipts and Deceased handwriting Filled with a sense of Great disappointment; Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself And so fucking on, and so fucking forth: We've got your back, whatever that's worth If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do? (I do not know) Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro-footballer (THOUGHT. YOU. SHOULD. KNOW) (Gareth) I've learnt more from toilet walls than I've learnt from these words of yours Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions, it's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures. (Aleks) I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs They were for your benefit not mine And so fucking on, and so fucking forth: We've got your back, whatever that's worth If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do? (I do not know) If it wasn't for the corrupt US pharmacy, what would we do? Sometimes only you'll know. We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes. We're throwing punches and ducking blows. |
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| Los Campesinos! – We've Got Your Back (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #2) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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official: On the dashboard assembled In descending height order, Half a decade of father's day gifts Her mother bought for her; Never passed on. Puffy eyes, nasty reaction; Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself I learned remedial Spanish From a toddler. Passenger seat of father's taxi Cussing in unison Clutching receipts and Deceased handwriting Filled with a sense of Great disappointment; Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself And so fucking on, and so fucking worth: we've got your back, whatever that's worth If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do? (I do not know) Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro-footballer (THOUGHT. YOU. SHOULD. KNOW) (Gareth) I've learnt more from toilet walls than I've learnt from these words of yours Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions, it's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures. (Aleks) I'm swearing off the cheat sheets on my thighs They were for your benefit not mine And so fucking on, and so fucking worth: we've got your back, whatever that's worth If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do? (I do not know) If it wasn't for the corrupt US pharmacy, what would we do? (THOUGHT. YOU. SHOULD. KNOW) Sometimes only you'll know. We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes. We're throwing punches and ducking blows. |
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| Los Campesinos! – Romance Is Boring Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Official lyrics: Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes And if they die then it is on my head They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring Start as you mean to continue; Complacent and self-involved You're trying not to be nervous If you were trying at all I will wake, I will bake phallic cake Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized It's the way of living that I espouse You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Sure there are things I could do, if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring We are two ships that pass in the night You and I, we are nothing alike I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl Return less nets, nothing at all You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Sure there are things I could do, if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring |
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| Los Campesinos! – In Medias Res Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Neither of the above lyrics are correct. These are from the official lyric booklet: But let's talk about you for a minute, with the vomit at your gullet, From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic. On the back seat of your car, because it wasn't safe to start it, You were "far too fucked to drive" were the words that you imparted. And the woolen dress that clung so tight, To the contours of your body, And the dead grass stuck to the fibers from us Rolling in the layby, Were passed to dog-haired blankets That protected the bench seat covers, And a crucifix was hung from the rearview Mirror by your mother. I'm leaving my body to science; Not medical but physics. Drag my corpse through the airport And lay me limp on the left wing. Drop me at the highest point And trace a line around The dent I leave in the ground: That'll be the initial of the one you will marry Now I'm not around I flew for seven hours, The sky didn't once turn black. I wake from sleep, my head and shoulders Wet against the window. A Frost had formed and melted, Soake dme right through to my collar bone. If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty-five, But with a lover at your side, After a full and happy life. Is this something would interest you? Would this interest you at all? |
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| Los Campesinos! – You'll Need Those Fingers For Crossing Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Should be "we have learnt not to reply on you or anyone else" | |
| Los Campesinos! – We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Corrections, according to the official booklet: Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply I'm just practicing my accents, picking at old sutures |
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| Los Campesinos! – Miserabilia Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Official lyrics from the booklet: Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores. No-one matters No-one cares He whispered "oh my god this really is a joy to behold" I thought he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close It was a grave mistake, he never came back again I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserable, for one, for all I've spent too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants, sobbing into my worn pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs 96, 98, 200, 2002, 2004 Oh my god, will it end? We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit, collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses None of it mattered Nobody cares I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex (no dignity), I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to |
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| Radiohead – No Surprises Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Sounds like a pretty sarcastic song to me. For one, the depressing lyrics and cheery tune don't match. Basically, it's about the monotone, everyday, average life of people with no alarms, no surprises, nothing exciting. The parts about taking a quiet life and 'no alarms and no surprises please' bits are kinda bitterly sarcastic. The real meaning comes with the 'get me out of here' repeated near the end. |
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| Los Campesinos! – We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I'm pretty certain it's "we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking", not "kill ourselves" | |
| Los Campesinos! – We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"We throw parties, you throw knives" "It's your party but I'll die if I want to" They're definitely referencing You Say Party! We Say Die! There's no conflict between them, they're actually really good friends. I saw them play live together last week, actually, the two bands were obviously close. |
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| Idiot Pilot – To Buy a Gun Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Actually, March 3rd is Daniel's birthday. | |
| The Appleseed Cast – December 27, 1990 Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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It seems pretty clear that it's about a death of someone close. The "finding light" represents the typical "white light" one sees when they die and whatnot. |
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| God Is an Astronaut – Fire Flies and Empty Skies Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| Such beautiful lyrics. | |
| !!! – Bend Over Beethoven Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| ................ rape? :x | |
| Gay for Johnny Depp – Kill The Cool Kids Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| yeoldezac, definitely, a song about true love. | |
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