Тексты песен «Los Campesinos!»

she'd a bruise so black they watched it fade Through the full spectrum of colors They kept it like a pet A private joke they told no others And oh woah how the tissue repaired And how it turned to yellow and she found...

Well, this is slept in the 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 3 days now without eating I died on the cross trainer...

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

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...

My boyfriend says he will leave me, Should I A: get down on your knees Should I B: tell him where to go Or should I C: kiss him until it shows Your boyfriends got no fashion sense, Should you A: Try not to take offence...

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 an echo within They described you in detail, I knew everything...

You've been broken down I go (War economy) Father fuhrer, don't be mad at me Peasant child, you're into botany Splitting necks and calling the dichotomy "BEWARE" the sign on the door suggests - I'm better off with...

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...

Don't Tell Me To Do The Math(s) We know that we could sell your magazines, if only you would give your life to literature just DON'T READ JANE EYRE Work on your algebra, stand out in the rain and give yourself to...

Don't Tell Me To Do The Math(s) We know that we could sell your magazines, if only you would give your life to literature just DON'T READ JANE EYRE Work on your algebra, stand out in the rain and give yourself to...

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 writers cramp. I had a dream about shapeshifting Well we move with such...

I am the only one Searching for you And if I get caught Well, then the search is through And the stories you hear You know they never add up I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart Be quiet, the weather's on the...

Black holes and raised moles Let's just call them freckles Haircut, heart left Happy on the West Coast Coat fell, heart swells Draped across the sofa Sleep well I feel you've ruined me forever I don't want to sound...

He grows out his stubble just so that he can Scratch at the sunburn that colored my arm Civilians read bibles behind glass windows Is this what constitutes normal behavior? Got soul, got vision, got mind to leave here...

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 In the backseat in your car because it wasn't safe to start it "You're far too fucked to...

Trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop Some crappy artwork that took way, way too long to draw Handwritten track listing restarted every time the pen smudged Encoded title doesn't give away as much...

This one time I kissed a girl for class war I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist High above her pale right clavicle And she said, "Tell me darling, do you think we have a future?" Well, maybe kinda, pretty...

This one time I kissed a girl for class war I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist High above her pale right clavicle And she said, "Tell me darling, do you think we have a future?" Well, maybe kinda, pretty...

And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis And for each correctly used apostrophe, I could feel my heart sink inside my...

My brown eyes two pools of mud Resting in two dark moons they turn the tide into a flood And the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town, All the glare of the city lights, every cul-de-sac we've...