Los Campesinos piosenki

One, two, three, four, five, six... It's bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass And frankly, we're reasonably practical And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats And I...

Me, in your back garden With my Walkman tucked inside my forearm, And I'm waiting, waiting for C90 In the summer of 2007, The summer that punk rock broke my heart. 

She'd bruised 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 h...

Now is time to take recourse, to drag my bones from 'neath his corpse Retract the blade within his heart, inscribe our initials in the bark Of every tree in every woods. In ink red blood, can you imagine? While wearing his head as a hood. I'd take life for...

Word is you slept in a weird position and your back and your shoulders are aching. I say my stomach is chewing its way out from the inside 'cause I've gone three days now without eating I died on a cross trainer, getting in shape for you. I fell at the...

There is no blues that can sound quite as heartfelt as mine Lamented at the gorge of the river, I watched it weep its banks dry I hum the sorriest tune on the bar at these dives Send all the patrons running home to make up with their first wives My prose...

There's no box to tick for red, so I put down blue instead cos it's closest there's to grey in the categories. And the veins within the whites are a statement of demise, Doe Eyes you should stay at home licking batteries. I feel like I'm the host of a terrib...

We burnt all the skin From the palm of my hands With an old zippo lighter And deodorant can I went to the palmist And asked her to read No heart line, No sun line No life line, No need. Said all that I wanted was a quiet life Not one predetermined by minuscu...

One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four! Any more tears for the birthing pool? Bear this child directly into misery Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers Singing...

By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178, spitting cusses at...

We lined up there pale, stiff and cold, like racks of bed and breakfast toast So high up on the slate quarry, that you swore that you could see the coast I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart More stories tightrope on that stare, tha...

Goodbye, So Long, We Hope You Liked the Show Goodbye, So Long We Hope You Come Again 

Run the water 'til it scalds you, Know that I'm listening. Pitter patter runs the shower, Hits the bare porcelain. Watch the dirt run down the plughole, Hear it echo within. They described you nude in detail, I knew everything: An artist's impression o...

Broken down like a war economy Father Führer, don't be mad at me Peasant child, you're into botany Splitting necks and calling it dichotomy "Beware", the sign on the door suggests I'm better off with artificial intelligence I invented you I invented yo...

Broken down like a war economy Father Führer, don't be mad at me Peasant child, you're into botany Splitting necks and calling it dichotomy "Beware", the sign on the door suggests I'm better off with artificial intelligence I invented you I invented yo...

I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death, left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest. My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend. A sleeping ba...

You know that we could sell your magazines If only you could give your life to literature Just don't read Jane Eyre! Work on your algebra and stand out in the rain And give yourself to simple pleasures but Never play card games! Meanwhile, back at home...

You expected my war diaries But time ran out and I, I let you down A small thanks note written in French is no shorthand for "This thing gave me writer's cramp" Another dream about shapeshifting Well we move with such elegance, with such grace With all...

I am not a crutch Although my knees are rife with woodworm And the mealworms I misheard for lunch Are rotting in my guts With a childhood of fingernails That ripped my throat to shreds A walk that chimes like church bells From all these loose joints in my legs...

You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool you're far more like a wet cardboard tube on this nightclub toilet floor. As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear: the last set of goalposts taken down, summer of odd numbered year....