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Kids on Holiday Lyrics
Are you waiting for me at the end of the airport?
I'm off buying our tickets, adoring hibernation
But I'm feeling impatient, we were late in departing
And the smell of pajamas is what made me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping but we didn't have minutes to spare
So you're feeling sleepy, sympathize with the retard
Being held by his mother, she's got spit in her napkin
And she's pushing him that way, like a stench to the men's room
And it's making you nauseous, where the hell have I got to?
There's a boy who's a Krishna and he thinks you look pretty
Well he's eyeing your stockings, he's got books to help you with your life
But there's no need to worry, this is just a vacation
It's not permanent leaving, every kid gets excited
When his parents are yelling 'cause they ordered a Lincoln
And they received a compact and there's fat nuns and tenors
Who are blocking departures till I'm birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you, you remember our forfeits
And you shout at the platform, "Here we come, mister airplane
Here we come, mister airplane, here we come, mister airplane
Here we come, mister airplane"
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
I'm off buying our tickets, adoring hibernation
But I'm feeling impatient, we were late in departing
And the smell of pajamas is what made me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping but we didn't have minutes to spare
Being held by his mother, she's got spit in her napkin
And she's pushing him that way, like a stench to the men's room
And it's making you nauseous, where the hell have I got to?
There's a boy who's a Krishna and he thinks you look pretty
Well he's eyeing your stockings, he's got books to help you with your life
It's not permanent leaving, every kid gets excited
When his parents are yelling 'cause they ordered a Lincoln
Who are blocking departures till I'm birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you, you remember our forfeits
Here we come, mister airplane, here we come, mister airplane
Here we come, mister airplane"
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun
Kids on holiday
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try to enjoy your routes
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
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(From http://www.identitytheory.com/audio/ross_animal.php)
"AVEY TARE: Mostly, I focus on what’s in my head and in my heart at the moment. I guess these things are affected by a combination of my dealings and feelings with my friends. What I read and a lot of what I just see around me. “Kids on Holiday,” for instance, is basically just about Noah (Panda Bear) and I getting used to traveling around and playing music and what it’s like to be traveling so much and feeling tired and all the kinds of people you see around you moving. Moving for work, moving for pleasure, moving for nothing."
This song is: airport's big wall windows, dusty sky, humming planes, strangers' smiles, waiting waiting waiting to board
"Sympathize with the retard" This part sounded something like "Simple ties are for retards"
"Till I’m birthed from their vulvas" Haha, and this part sounded to me something ending in "ebola".
i dont think so
Oh no, I'm sure I'm wrong! I wasn't suggesting anything. I just thought it'd be funny to share my misheard lyrics. ;)
ah my apologies then.
I'm pretty sure the line goes "Well, he's eyeing your stockings"
ill change that
the opening "is the food bothering you?" the first stanza "auteur in hibernation" the ending "do you remember our forfeits?"
i don't know if these are correct or not. i just thought i'd toss them out there. i had no idea it was "fat nuns and tenors" or "here we come mister airplane." i thought it was "nonsense scanners" and "yeah we can't miss your airplane." good ear to the person who transcribed this song. animal collective-sung tongs~best album ever.
pretty sure it's "lines are in hibernation."
pretty sure it's "lines are in hibernation."
I thought it was "plants are in hibernation".
I thought it was "plants are in hibernation".
it's "while he's eyeing your stockings, he's got books to help you with your life..."
and it's definitely NOT "And there’s fat nuns and tenors"