my 50 fave los campesinos lyrics
saw them friday night and they ruled, also y'all sleeping on their new album, i'm writing a review for it.
gareth is probably my favourite lyricist around along with aaron weiss and these are my fave lines of his |
| 1 |  | Los Campesinos!
Hold On Now, Youngster...
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across the sense of impending doom
And I am seventeen pages through this notebook now
And there are little more than pictures of how I see you
In an X-ray machine |
| 2 | | Los Campesinos!
Hold On Now, Youngster...
My year in lists
Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss
So put on every winter coat that you've owned since '98
And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you |
| 3 | | Los Campesinos!
Hold On Now, Youngster...
I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck
And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
When all I wanted was to sleep? |
| 4 | | Los Campesinos!
Hold On Now, Youngster...
It takes an educated guess to see I like you a little at best
And if you've come here for the faces then you leave under duress
And you still treat it like a novelty
Less pop concert, more butchery
And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison |
| 5 |  | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
I think it's fair to say that I chose hopelessness
And inflicted it on the rest of us
But at least I've come to terms with my own mortality |
| 6 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
And a room full of vacuum
And a room full of air look the same
You have not been reborn
You've just painted your face, painted the walls |
| 7 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
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 |
| 8 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
By the glow of a thousand fireflies in a Travelodge ensuite
They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak |
| 9 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fondness makes the absence longer
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
Swapped counting days until I fly with hours before your reply |
| 10 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
Oh, we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking
But there is no fucking future |
| 11 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
I cannot emphasis enough that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put-together vessel
Harbouring these diminishing, so-called vital organs
Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first |
| 12 | | Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
You think you're the needle that drains the blood donation
You're just a repetition on an old, worn out pin cushion |
| 13 |  | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
But let's talk about you for a minute with the vomit in your gullet
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
On the back seat in 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 woollen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibres from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets that protected the bench seat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear-view mirror by your mother |
| 14 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
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 that would interest you?
Would this interest you at all? |
| 15 | | Los Campesinos!
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 nets empty, nothing at all |
| 16 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
Behind the tennis court alongside the river, not a single live flower to see
This is the one girl who woke up from all that and now falls asleep next to me
But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder
It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours |
| 17 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
Got a call, are we not interesting?
Fair to say we are not interesting at all
Broke down laughing and screaming for more
But if this changed your life, did you have one before? |
| 18 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of autumn
But the sun is hanging 'round like summer's hungover |
| 19 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
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 |
| 20 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
Talk about your politics and I wonder if you could be one of them
But you could never kiss a Tory boy
Without wanting to cut off your tongue again |
| 21 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea
With the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier
You may look down at your model's feet and wish that you’d just float away
And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey
So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world
But to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course |
| 22 | | Los Campesinos!
Romance Is Boring
The story of the winter I forgot how to speak
My mind was like a nation's flag, but my breeze was too weak
How they dragged me to the hospital saying I had gone deaf
But I heard everything they said, it's just I had no interest |
| 23 |  | Los Campesinos!
Heat Rash #1
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head |
| 24 |  | Los Campesinos!
Heat Rash #4
Respite in twilight, space in the cavity wall at grandparent's house behind the apple tree
Where once you sang with your siblings now watching bodies bobbing down the stream leaving the town
I'm a picture of no flesh only bones as we're stripping off my skin to run it up the pole
And salute the breeze that ripples the sheath of the skeleton that's trembling on the ground beneath |
| 25 |  | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool
It's like I'm snookered between the back cushion and touching the 8 ball
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot
You peel your white gloves off seductively before you re-spot
Your fingertips leave marks and graze
I lay you down atop the baize |
| 26 | | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
The space between your navel
And your waistband was the ice
Where two fingers pirouette, but
Now these hang nails they just slice |
| 27 | | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
Your body above me, sobbing down
My cheeks wet from your tears
They extinguish each of the burning thread veins
Flow down to my ears
Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs
That overfed the wedded canals |
| 28 | | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
You can lead a horse to water
But it won't drown itself |
| 29 | | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
And in a hazy day dream
Our bodies married the stream
And we grow down into pebbles and silt |
| 30 | | Los Campesinos!
Hello Sadness
Your halo slipped to frame you
Like a photo, a porthole window
I see blood spill in the pure snow
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones |
| 31 |  | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
I was the first match struck at the first cremation
You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me
I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body |
| 32 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
Darling, if I had the choice
I'd excavate his throat of voice
And corrugate his vocal chords
To play a tune to please the Lord
Make him recite this murder ballad
A sombre tune told by a bore
Pump blood around the limp and pallid
Harmonising as you snored |
| 33 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
We all know we're gonna die
We're a speck of dust in a bad god's eye
He rubs us clean, but love is blind
A balloon artist kisses porcupine |
| 34 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me
In the arms of she who loves me
She smiled at a joke, but I said
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me
In the arms of she who loves me
'Til the rats and worms are all interned
At least 5 feet above we |
| 35 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
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 |
| 36 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
Salacia's in the depths, and if I avoid the nets
Threaten, "I'll cuckold you Neptune," for definite
Meet between the dog and wolf, with the hoarfrost underfoot
And I'll show you every fire in Delphinus |
| 37 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
May she who casts the first fist of dirt across the casket
Have mourners lick the mud from her fingernails
'Tween the breadth'a your arms span, I was a renaissance man
Books of lies stacked either side, you were my carrell |
| 38 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
Béla Guttmann of love
Curse all my exes to a life of celibacy
And then while you freed the doves
I shot them from the sky for taxidermy
An every day disaster
A bread and butter tragedy
I sunk an oil tanker
Off the shores of Galillee |
| 39 | | Los Campesinos!
No Blues
There's no ticker-tape, no pearly gates
No carnival and no parade
Just one, one for sorrow |
| 40 |  | Los Campesinos!
A Los Campesinos! Christmas
A dream of you stood naked as Christmas tree
Left unattended ’til second week of February
In the morning, you’re lying next to me
Covered in gold, stole from nativity |
| 41 |  | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
Daddy came out of retirement, he took a hobby as a PCSO
Let me level this as an indictment: only a part-time grass, but a full-time asshole
They would play my requests at the guestlist’s behest, any disco all across town
But things change, now Stella’s a lager and boy she is always downed |
| 42 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
Frogmarch through the city, ascend another synthetic summit
Until I see the route crows fly to you, then I will want no part of it
Save your epiphanies for sea level
Save them for Broadsands
Save them for throwing out time at Scribes West
Save them for chucking up in your own hands |
| 43 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
You
On a lilo
Are an island
Of the pacific
And then me, me
I am face down
In a puddle
On the high street |
| 44 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
Left your home town, for somewhere new
Don't be surprised now it's leaving you
Another weekday night alone
The rise of rent, the fall of Home |
| 45 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game |
| 46 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
And all we've got's the need to breed before we rot
When all is spent and all is lost
When all is said and done |
| 47 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
May I have a moment please, before the guillotine, to lament on her wet hair
Tousled over her left shoulder wearing a Corfu t-shirt she took as her nightwear
I could slip on my own salt sobs seeking the cold embrace of the fridge freezer aisle
Catwalk into the dog pound, now with my flesh wounds dressed to spring-summer style |
| 48 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
In time a monument will cast
Two shadows in the middle of a square
Mistold when thousand years have passed
As clima-fit suit, as towelling bridal wear
Four puckered lips and some vows to swear |
| 49 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
A stack of words in my throat, a trail of slime
Forehead on fruit machine, three bells will not chime
For lovers who line the beach whom moon entertains
Theirs always waxing while our crescent wanes |
| 50 | | Los Campesinos!
Sick Scenes
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face |
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