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18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira Yeah, we've got guns, but they're antiques They're rusted and they're broken The Red Brigade made us give our bomb back But we're going to do this bank job And we're gonna do our very best 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira Enrique's got a head cold again It's not his fault He's a brave and valiant leader He couldn't even get bus passes this time Just scooters, very fast scooters 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira Sounds like a lot of money |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
Slept on my face, and woke up confused
A bit concerned about what I've been up to There's so many people I might have upset I apologise to them all with the same pretext Bring me tea! Bring me coffee! I was up all night (He's been up all night) I've been making mistakes (Lots of mistakes) I'm hiding it well (Not very well) But I don't feel great I've been up all night (He's been up all night) I've been making mistakes (Lots of mistakes) I'm hiding it well (Not very well) But I don't feel great I'm trying to deal with it quietly But something's gone very wrong with me I don't know how long I can keep it hid I'm having trouble forming sentences Bring me tea! (That looks like it really hurts) Bring me coffee! (Should have taken the day off work) I've been up all night (He's been up all night) I've been making mistakes (Lots of mistakes) I'm hiding it well (Not very well) But I don't feel great I've been up all night (He's been up all night) I've been making mistakes (Lots of mistakes) I'm hiding it well (Not very well) But I don't feel great (Last night we tried to warn him) Took me ages to get dressed this morning I've been up all night (He's been up all night) I've been making mistakes (Lots of mistakes) I'm hiding it well (Not very well) But I don't feel great I've been up all night (We tried to warn him) I've been making mistakes (It's bad in the morning) I'm hidI've been up all night (We tried to warn him) I've been making mistakes (It's bad in the morning) Bring me tea! (That looks like it really hurts) Bring me coffee! (Should have taken the day off work) Bring me tea! (Monday morning) Bring me coffee! (Tuesday morning) Bring me tea! (Wednesday morning etcetera) |
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from Art Brut - Brilliant Tragic (2011)
This world is fucked, and you're an idiot /
Why don't you take a long look at my middle digit! In trouble at home and at school / But you're looking over me from my bedroom wall. 2,3,4 (Chorus) When the world's got you by the fucking throat / Who'd you want in your corner? Axl Rose! / No one understands me, or even comes close / Who've I got in my corner? Axl Rose! No one's gonna tell me what to do / I'm gonna do what the hell I want to! (Chorus) I want to give the world the finger / With the exception of my favorite lead singer! / (4x) (Chorus) Fuck off! |
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Haven't read the NME in so long
Don't know what genre we belong Haven't read the NME in so long Don't know what genre we belong Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me It's tough at the top The fashionista Text in Topshop Text in Topshop Sometimes it's hard to stop When your heart is set on Top of the Pops Top of the Pops Haven't read the NME in so long Don't know what genre we belong Haven't read the NME in so long Don't know what genre we belong Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me It's tough at the top The fashionista Text in Topshop Text in Topshop Sometimes it's hard to stop When your heart is set on Top of the Pops Top of the Pops I've saved up so much money to spend All I could afford is a bad weekend And there's no reason to stay in There's nothing on the television Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me Popular culture no longer applies to me |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
<Went to bed, as the sun rose
Woke up this morning in yesterday's clothes Up all night, sharing a secret You're on a promise, and I'm gonna keep it Unplug the alarm, or at least press reset There's no way I'm getting up yet Just another five, another five minutes That train's gone and we're not in it My heart can't take the strain Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... When we get there, no one will know That we didn't wash, and slept in our clothes I thought we both understood, a warm duvet just feels too good Up all night, sharing a secret You're on a promise, and I'm gonna keep it Just another five, another five minutes That train's gone and we're not in it My heart can't take the strain Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... Think of all the times they kept you waiting You could be in bed, it's so frustrating Just this once, let them take the blame Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... Stay with me, stay here with me Stay with me, stay here with me Go, go, don't go, stay here with me Stay, right here, with me Half an hour's not hard to explain Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... Half an hour's not hard to explain Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... Half an hour's not hard to explain Give me thirty minutes and we'll blame it on the... Outside, looks like rain Come under the covers, we'll blame it on the trains |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
Life is especially hard
When no one trusts you with a credit card I love the taste of cereal I have it for almost every meal Five people to a tea bag? My life never really got that bad Not while we still had... DC comics and chocolate milkshake Some things will always be great DC comics and chocolate milkshake Even though I'm 28 DC comics and chocolate milkshake I guess I'm just developing late DC comics and chocolate milkshake I never got over that amazing taste I've been accused of some things I'm not sure what they've meant Peter Pan syndrome, and arrested development Now I've been working since I was 10 But the money's always gone by the weekend Delivering post to serving beer I've never had much of a career So I made sure I was always near... DC comics and chocolate milkshake Some things will always be great DC comics and chocolate milkshake Even though I'm 28 DC comics and chocolate milkshake I guess I'm just developing late DC comics and chocolate milkshake I never got over that amazing taste I'm in love with a girl in my comic shop She's a girl who likes comics; She probably gets a lot DC comics and chocolate milkshake Some things will always be great DC comics and chocolate milkshake Even though I'm 28 DC comics and chocolate milkshake I guess I'm just developing late DC comics and chocolate milkshake I never got over that amazing taste (DC comics and chocolate milkshake) Some things will always be great Even though I'm 28 I guess I'm just developing late I never got over that sweet, sweet taste |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
I read a rumour in a tabloid paper
You said something interesting, denied it later There was no evidence they couldn't make it stick It's on Youtube now and then But comes down pretty quick So we stayed up and we argued all night If we can't change the world Let's at least get the charts right The record buying public shouldn't have been voting The record buying public shouldn't have been voting How can you sleep at night when nobody likes the music we like? How am I supposed to sleep at night when no one likes the music we write? Record buying public: we hate them This is Art Brut vs. Satan Don't worry we can take 'em! On your visa it says 'entertainer' You'd better step it up or they're gonna detain you It's all smoke and mirrors don't go and see 'em I wanted rock 'n roll I got a science museum So we stayed up and we argued all night If we can't change the world Let's at least get the charts right The record buying public shouldn't have been voting The record buying public shouldn't have been voting How can you sleep at night when nobody likes the music we like? How am I supposed to sleep at night when no one likes the music we write? Record buying public: we hate them This is Art Brut vs. Satan Don't worry we can take 'em! This is Art Brut vs. Satan You like pop music and you like pop music Why do you let them abuse it? The record buying public Full marks on my score card A lesson learnt and learnt hard Full marks on my score card A lesson learnt and learnt hard A brush with Satan can be fatal We're doing this for you so you'd better be grateful The record buying public: we hate them This is Art Brut vs. Satan The record buying public: we hate them This is Art Brut vs. Satan Don't worry, we can take 'em! This is Art Brut vs. Satan |
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He went out in a rush
And can't tell if it shows She's looking over a lot And he's still in his work clothes He can't talk to members of the opposite sex He starts to talk, they start to look perplexed So with his eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts He walks over, and he says It's uncomfortable all night to sit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Move around like your shoes don't fit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Why is that cigarette unlit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit What's wrong? Scared to commit? Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Her friends are leaving, She decides she's not going She's been looking over a lot And hopes it's been showing She can't talk to members of the opposite sex She starts to talk, they start to look perplexed So with her eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts She goes over, and she says: It's uncomfortable all night to sit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Move around like your shoes don't fit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit What's wrong? Scared to commit? Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit I don't care that your friends have split Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Here comes the really good bit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Move around like your shoes don't fit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit It's uncomfortable all night to sit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Why is that cigarette unlit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit I don't care that your friends have split Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Move around like your shoes don't fit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit What's wrong? Scared to commit? Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit It's uncomfortable all night to sit Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit Hit, hit, direct hit Hit, hit, direct hit Hit, hit, direct hit Hit, hit, direct hit |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
I was your boyfriend when we were fifteen
It's the happiest that I've ever been Even though we didn't understand How to do much more than just hold hands There's so much about you I miss The clumsy way we used to kiss I wish I convinced you, you've made a mistake If memory serves, we're still on a break Other girls went and other girls came I can't get over my old flame I'm still in love with Emily Kane Every girl that I've seen since Looks just like you when I squint I know you said it's for the best I still don't understand why you left So much about you I miss Everytime I see a couple kiss I hope this song finds you fame I want school kids on buses singing your name Other girls went and other girls came I can't get over my old flame I'm still in love with Emily Kane I don't even know where she lives I've not seen her in ten years Nine months, three weeks, four days Six hours, thirteen minutes, five seconds Other girls went and other girls came I can't get over my old flame All my friends think I'm insane I'm still in love with Emily Kane There's a beast in my soul that can't be tamed I'm still in love with Emily Kane I thought I'd never love again I'm still in love with Emily Kane The torch that I hold, is always a-flame I'm still in love with Emily Kane I hope this song finds you fame I want school kids on buses singing your name All my friends think I'm insane I'm still in love with Emily Kane Emily Kane, Emily Kane, Emily Kane! |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
Lying on the dining room floor
Being warmed through the patio door Just waiting, waiting for my dad I found a note last night From my brother down the back of the cupboard Just saying "Dear God please, make him turn up" And eventually he does And we perhaps go to the cinema Or visit our grandparents But we're almost always home by six o'clock And the strangest thing of all The thing that felt the most wrong Is that, in their separate cars, They were both still playing the same song Last night I heard you screaming Loud voices beyond the wall Another sleepness night for me It does no good to call the police Always come home if they come at all |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
Formed a band
We formed a band Look at us We formed a band (x4) Honey pie, I don't know when it started Just stop buying your albums from the supermarkets They only sell things that have charted And Art Brut? Well we've only just started And yes, this is my singing voice It's not irony And it's not rock and roll I'm just talking To the kids Formed a band We formed a band Look at us We formed a band (x4) I want to be the boy The man Who writes the song That makes Israel and Palestine Get along I'm gonna write a song As universal as Happy Birthday That's gonna make sure That everybody knows That everything's gonna be ok I'm gonna take that song And we're gonna play it Eight weeks in a row on Top of the Pops Formed a band We formed a band Look at us We formed a band (x4) Dye your hair black Never look back My past is my business |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
First time I saw her
I wanted to do more than just hold her I wanted to bend her and fold her So I lent over and I told her Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend Phones ringing all weekend Got myself a brand new girlfriend We want to be lapsed catholics We've got the contraception But we haven't got the knack yet Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend So many messages to send Got myself a brand new girlfriend So we went to the cinema We came home from the cinema We went through the front door Up the stairs Through her bedroom door Onto the bedroom floor I've seen her naked twice! I've seen her naked twice! Brand new girlfriend Brand new girlfriend Brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend So many messages to send Phones ringing all weekend Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend And I think that I love her |
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from Art Brut - Good Weekend (2005)
First time I saw her
I wanted to do more than just hold her I wanted to bend her and fold her So I lent over and I told her Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend Phones ringing all weekend Got myself a brand new girlfriend We want to be lapsed catholics We've got the contraception But we haven't got the knack yet Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend So many messages to send Got myself a brand new girlfriend So we went to the cinema We came home from the cinema We went through the front door Up the stairs Through her bedroom door Onto the bedroom floor I've seen her naked twice! I've seen her naked twice! Brand new girlfriend Brand new girlfriend Brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend So many messages to send Phones ringing all weekend Got myself a brand new girlfriend Got myself a brand new girlfriend And I think that I love her |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
Letters of consent under the bed in a heart shaped box
Cinema tickets mixed in with dirty socks Half written postcards to, I can't remember who I've so many things left over I don't know where they should go It's not a mess, It's personal Like the home altars of Mexico It's hard just opening my bedroom door All my memories, spread out across the floor A napkin from that meal we shared the other night Lollypop sticks and Lego bricks A broken 7 inch, I'll never play Travel cards from a sunny day Why can't I throw these things away? I've so many things left over I don't know where they should go It's not a mess, It's personal Like the home altars of Mexico |
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from Art Brut - Good Weekend (2005)
Letters of consent under the bed in a heart shaped box
Cinema tickets mixed in with dirty socks Half written postcards to, I can't remember who I've so many things left over I don't know where they should go It's not a mess, It's personal Like the home altars of Mexico It's hard just opening my bedroom door All my memories, spread out across the floor A napkin from that meal we shared the other night Lollypop sticks and Lego bricks A broken 7 inch, I'll never play Travel cards from a sunny day Why can't I throw these things away? I've so many things left over I don't know where they should go It's not a mess, It's personal Like the home altars of Mexico |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
I can get by without electricity
So you don't need to lend me money I'm out most of the day And it's not long until I get paid And you're cold, hungry, put on a coat My bread is stale you can tell it's not toast You're always welcome to crash on my floor There's no key or lock on the door I know what it looks like I can tell you're not impressed I don't know what I'm doing But it's feeling like success A pile of clothes just been laundered Drying damp in a bag in the corner I'd love some tea but you won't find a cup I've been using this saucepan to avoid washing up And you're cold, hungry, put on a coat My bread is stale you can tell it's not toast You're always welcome to crash on my floor There's no key or lock on the door I don't know what I'm doing But it's feeling like success Life is what you make it And I've made mine a mess Sunlight comes in a few hours a day But only I see it cause no one's awake On the floor strangers starting to surface Ashtrays and coffee cups sharing a purpose I'm young and nothing can harm me I sold all my records to pay for a party I'm still drunk but that's alright I've been staying out every night You're always welcome to crash on my floor There's no key or lock on the door I've been avoiding my grown-up problems As I have no idea how to solve them! I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive I will survive |
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You want to sleep and I do too
But I can't because I've got something to prove I should be flattered that you feel like this Satisfied by just a goodnight kiss I can't sleep because I've started to question Whether your ex-boyfriends let you get this much resting I'm not going to let you sleep I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets In the morning you'll still be here But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear I should be flattered that it's come to this Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss I'm not going to let you sleep I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets I'm not going to admit defeat I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets You're asleep, I wish I was too But I can't because I've got something to prove I tried to wake you with a really loud cough I accidentally set your alarm clock off I can't sleep because I've started to question Whether your ex-boyfriends let you get this much resting I'm not willing to admit defeat I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets In the morning you'll still be here But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear I should be flattered that it's come to this Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss I'm not going to admit defeat I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets I'm not going to let you sleep I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets I should be flattered that it's come to this Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss In the morning you'll still be here But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear I'm not going to admit defeat I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets |
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Late Sunday evening -
I only just feel like eating. Am I feeling unwell For what I've done or drunk or someone might tell I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight. I'm gonna find it hard to sleep. There's nothing that's been done that can't be undone you were sick now you're better there's work to be done There's nothing that's been done that can't be undone you were sick now you're better there's work to be done Everything has been shown to me With only a magazine for company Answers in the problem pages to problems I've been having for ages Late Sunday evening There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping Am I feeling unwell? For what I've done or drunk or someone might tell I'm gonna find it hard to sleep. There's nothing that's been done that can't be undone you were sick now you're better there's work to be done When I feel my friends Have been conspiring against me I break into their bedrooms And write in their diaries Everything's gonna be alright I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight Everything's gonna be alright but I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight Everything's gonna be alright I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight Phone later if you'd like 'cause I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
Sitting in my bedroom
With my keyboard guitar Writing pretty songs about renaming the stars I don't like to stay in, I'm easily bored I go and tell the newborns in the maternity ward: Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright (Go home and tell your parents) Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright I hope Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright (Right now we're tired and we're emotional, but it's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright I promise |
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Modern art
Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Tate And I'm looking at Hockney And oh sweet Jesus There's something about that blue It touches me deep inside Amazes me when I step outside I'm sweating I'm sweating I'm beginning to palpitate I can't help myself I just can't help myself Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Pompidou In Paris And they're more laid back about their art galleries There's little children running around I see a piece on Matisse Take three steps back Take a long run up And I jump at it! Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) |
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Modern art
Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Tate And I'm looking at Hockney And oh sweet Jesus There's something about that blue It touches me deep inside Amazes me when I step outside I'm sweating I'm sweating I'm beginning to palpitate I can't help myself I just can't help myself Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Pompidou In Paris And they're more laid back about their art galleries There's little children running around I see a piece on Matisse Take three steps back Take a long run up And I jump at it! Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) |
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Modern art
Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Tate And I'm looking at Hockney And oh sweet Jesus There's something about that blue It touches me deep inside Amazes me when I step outside I'm sweating I'm sweating I'm beginning to palpitate I can't help myself I just can't help myself Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Pompidou In Paris And they're more laid back about their art galleries There's little children running around I see a piece on Matisse Take three steps back Take a long run up And I jump at it! Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) |
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from Art Brut - Modern Art (2004)
My little brother just discovered rock and roll
My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control And yes it frustrates! Let's let him make his own mistakes See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll He's only 22 and he's out of control How's he living? With all of that unforgiving See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control He no longer likes A-sides He made me a tape, of bootlegs and B-sides And every song on that tape, every single song says Oh why don't our parents worry about us? All we ever want, is for our parents to worry about us There isn't anybody he really wants My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll! Stay off, the crack! |
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My little brother just discovered rock and roll
My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control And yes it frustrates! Let's let him make his own mistakes See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll He's only 22 and he's out of control How's he living? With all of that unforgiving See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control He no longer likes A-sides He made me a tape, of bootlegs and B-sides And every song on that tape, every single song says Oh why don't our parents worry about us? All we ever want, is for our parents to worry about us There isn't anybody he really wants My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll! Stay off, the crack! |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
My little brother just discovered rock and roll
My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control And yes it frustrates! Let's let him make his own mistakes See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll He's only 22 and he's out of control How's he living? With all of that unforgiving See him on the dance floor, watch him go now Boy those moves, I just don't know how My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control He no longer likes A-sides He made me a tape, of bootlegs and B-sides And every song on that tape, every single song says Oh why don't our parents worry about us? All we ever want, is for our parents to worry about us There isn't anybody he really wants My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll My little brother just discovered rock and roll! Stay off, the crack! |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
I've had one Zirtec, two Advil
With the drink that made me feel invincible I don't know how I managed to do this But I woke up this morning covered in bruises I only dance to songs I like So I was sat down most the night I don't know how I managed to do this I woke up this morning covered in bruises Hahahaha I found a bruise on my arm, one on my knee I can feel some more in a place I can't see Is this a new bruise, or has it been there forever? When did I do it, I can't remember Can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I don't know how I managed to do this But I woke up this morning covered in bruises I'd finally decided to tell you how I felt I mistakenly thought that the drink would help I don't know what happened The planets weren't aligned I kept giving you a wink You kept missing the sign I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I can't remember anything I've done I fought the floor and the floor won I finally managed to unravel the plot It's not a happy ending, but it's the best that I've got I woke up this morning covered in bruises One Zirtec, two Advil are gonna get me through this I finally managed to unravel the plot It's not the happiest of endings, but it's the best that I've got I finally managed to unravel the plot It's not a happy ending, but it's the best that I've got I had one Zirtec, two Advil With the drink that made me feel invincible I had one Zirtec, two Advil Then I bounced around, just like a pinball I had one Zirtec, two Advil With the drink that made me feel invincible I had one Zirtec, two Advil Then I bounced around, just like a pinball |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
Wet trousers in the washing machine,
but I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans. I'm grown up now but refuse to learn that those were just adolescent concerns. I'm possibly missing something someone should have told me. A record collection reduced to a mixed tape, headphones on I made my escape. I'm in a film of personal soundtrack. I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back. I'm learning lyrics from the CD inlay to impress people with the stupid things I say. I'm grown up now but refuse to learn that those were just adolescent concerns. I'm possibly missing something someone should have told me. A record collection reduced to a mixed tape, headphones on I made my escape. I'm in a film of personal soundtrack. I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back. I used to have a bedroom to hide in, but now I'm outside deciding. Older but wiser, this song's the decider. Is it the sound of a man wrestling with emotion, or the sound of him losing and causing commotion? I'm nothing to my peers, but envy and hatred. How many girls have they seen naked? I'm grown up now but refuse to learn that those were just adolescent concerns. I'm possibly missing something someone should have told me. A record collection reduced to a mixed tape, headphones on I made my escape. I'm in a film of personal soundtrack. I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back. |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
People in love, lie around and get fat
I didn't want us to end up like that This isn't the first time you've fallen apart Now you're indulging in just playing a part The more it happens, the easier it gets You can learn to enjoy this type of upset So pass me the wine, a cigarette too We've about a week and a half to get through To every girl, that's ever been with me I'm got over you all, eventually What becomes of the broken-hearted? They're drunk for a few weeks, And then back where they started So pass me the wine, a cigarette too We've about a week and a half to get through You can tell how bad you feel By how long you're in the shower You're in and out in minutes Whereas it used to take hours It's not the breaking up, It's the starting again Meeting new people, taking them out as a friend The more it happens, the easier it gets You can learn to enjoy this type of upset People in love, lie around and get fat I didn't want us to end up like that To every girl, that's ever been with me I've got over you, eventually What becomes of the broken-hearted? They're drunk for a few weeks, Then back where they started So pass me the wine, a cigarette too We've about a week and a half to get through You're just indulging in playing a part So pass me the wine, a cigarette too We've about a week and a half to get through People in love, lie around and get fat I didn't want us to end up like that The more it happens, the easier it gets You can learn to enjoy this type of upset |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
<You're only halfway
Through your working day I'm sorry honey But we both need your pay I'm sorry about everything I've put you through I'm sorry about getting by on making do Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over You're worried and I have my doubts But I'm drunk when I text So I send 'post soothing out' I just had a nasty flashback We both used our cards for cash back Hard way to explain Why my pockets are full of change Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like starting over We try so hard but we keep on falling over River deep and mountain high There's some lyrics that'll never apply 'Cause I don't lie awake at night With thoughts of river depth or mountain height Don't care what your parents say It won't always be this way, I Don't care what your parents say It won't always be this way, I Don't care what your parents say It won't always be this way, you're Only halfway through your working day I've met your parents And I know it sounds rough But I'm gonna be out, When they come for your stuff So cheer up now, it's not all doom and gloom They never got around to decorating your room |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
We'd taken our clothes off
In the wrong order And you're leaving your shoes on To make you look taller I can't say I'm not Enjoying the kissing But I've a sneaky suspicion That you're not really listening I know I shouldn't Is this so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And It's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I'm taking it slowly I'll be reading the signs I found my hand in a place Where I can't tell if she minds Rolling around amongst our clothes on the floor I can't help it "Have you heard this song before?" I know I shouldn't Is this so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And It's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song Then something angry Muttered Between two people, Red and flustered We'd just kissed And that's about it It may as well have been Radio static I know I shouldn't Is this so wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song I know I shouldn't And It's possibly wrong To break from your kiss To turn up a pop song |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
We just kissed and that's about it
I fell asleep, she had to do without it That's the way it sometimes goes Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes Whilst you were asleep Me, pins and needles You were asleep Me, other people Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose that feeling Rubbing ourselves together Staring at the ceiling I wonder if she suspects Who sent me that last text Or that I'm speaking loudly Waiting for my phone to stop vibrating Whilst you were asleep Me, pins and needles I was asleep With other people Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating Here's the truth, We just kissed and that's about it I fell asleep, she had to do without it That's the way it sometimes goes Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes It was sleep that stopped me cheating, not the way you got my heart beating Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast my heart were beating I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I've lost that loving feeling, We've lost that loving feeling, Gone |
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from Art Brut - Good Weekend (2005)
We just kissed and that's about it
I fell asleep, she had to do without it That's the way it sometimes goes Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes Whilst you were asleep Me, pins and needles You were asleep Me, other people Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose that feeling Rubbing ourselves together Staring at the ceiling I wonder if she suspects Who sent me that last text Or that I'm speaking loudly Waiting for my phone to stop vibrating Whilst you were asleep Me, pins and needles I was asleep With other people Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating Here's the truth, We just kissed and that's about it I fell asleep, she had to do without it That's the way it sometimes goes Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes It was sleep that stopped me cheating, not the way you got my heart beating Rubbing ourselves together We were bound to lose our feeling I still can't believe how fast my heart were beating I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I've lost that loving feeling, We've lost that loving feeling, Gone |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
I know I can
I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can It doesn't mean that I don't love you, one more try with me above you. It's got nothing to do with anything I've had to drink. It's more to do with the way I think. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, can I get you a cup of coffee? Don't tell your friends, don't tell your friends, I promise it wont ever happen again. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me. It's frustrating for you, well it's frustrating for me. You're lying there and you're beautiful. You're beautiful and of course I want to, why wouldn't I? It doesn't mean, I don't love you, one more try with me above you. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me. It's nothing to do with anything I've had to drink. There's something wrong with the way I think. I know I can, I know I can. I'm fine when I am with my own hand. Never use my Rusted gun of Milan. |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
I know I can
I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can It doesn't mean that I don't love you, one more try with me above you. It's got nothing to do with anything I've had to drink. It's more to do with the way I think. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I know I can I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, can I get you a cup of coffee? Don't tell your friends, don't tell your friends, I promise it wont ever happen again. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me. It's frustrating for you, well it's frustrating for me. You're lying there and you're beautiful. You're beautiful and of course I want to, why wouldn't I? It doesn't mean, I don't love you, one more try with me above you. Leave the light on, leave the light on, leave the light on for me. It's nothing to do with anything I've had to drink. There's something wrong with the way I think. I know I can, I know I can. I'm fine when I am with my own hand. Never use my Rusted gun of Milan. |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
Slap dash for no cash
Those are the records I like Slap dash for no cash When something doesn't sound quite right Why isn't everyone trying to sound like U2? It's not a very cool thing to do Why would you want to sound like U2? Just press record and play it straight through They call it lo-fi, if you say so Cool your warm jets, Brian Eno Slap dash for no cash Those are the records I like Slap dash for no cash When something doesn't sound quite right Slap dash for no cash Those are the records I like Slap dash for no cash When something doesn't sound quite right Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash Slap dash for no cash I love the sound of background noise I wanna hear the crack in the singer's voice Fingers moving on the fret board Every time he plays a new chord I hear his friends hanging around I hear him play an instrument he just found I hear a low buzzing sound I hear his parents hanging around I hear his parents saying "turn it down" I hear his parents saying "turn it down" I hear his parents saying "turn it down!" Cool your warm jets, Brian Eno Slap dash for no cash Those are the records I like Slap dash for no cash When something doesn't sound quite right Slap dash for no cash Those are the records I like Slap dash for no cash When something doesn't sound quite right Slap dash for no cash Those are the records I buy |
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from Art Brut - It`S A Bit Complicated (2007)
Friends, near complete family
At times they don't understand me Birthday, Christmas, they send all love We both know, it's just not enough I'd feel alive as part of a team St. Pauli, hear me scream Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! She, can't say she loves me Even though it's plain to see I'm saying it to her So she can say it back to me Sometimes our phone isn't quite what it seems I'd have companionship as part of a team Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! We are Hamburg school Sorry if my accent's flawed I learnt my German from a 7 inch record Sorry if my accent's flawed I learnt my German from a 7 inch record Sorry if my accent's flawed I learnt my German from a 7 inch record Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! Punk rock ist nicht tot! The kids don't like it, The kids don't like it What else can we do when the kids don't like it The kids don't like it, The kids don't like it What else can we do when the kids don't like it Ah yeah! |
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from Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock and Roll (2005)
I thought my resolve was too hard to be broken,
It's easy to pretend that you were just joking There's no need to see plans through to fruition Especially if, you've guessed the conclusion Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti A right to advise, advice for the wise, there's no shame in, Giving in. I'm delighted to have found If it's too heavy, you can, just put it down The bravest decision, you ever make Is admitting that, you made a mistake Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti A right to advise, advice if you're wise, there's no shame in, Giving in. Stand down, stand down, stand down, stand down It's not a lack of determination, it's more heroic resignation Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti Some of us want to go back to our families, stand down with Enrique Gatti I've no right to advise, advice if you're wise, there's no shame in, Giving up. |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Double shifts and early starts I spent the morning hiding in the carpark Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire Sometimes I'm not even there If you want me sober and straight I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Warm feet on bare tarmac Every night and all weekend Can't remember the last time I saw my friends Don't think I can take much more of this In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist I know exactly what to do There's just one cure for the summertime blues; Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Warm feet on bare tarmac (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Get another job Get another job Just a summer job Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac Fire me, give me the sack Bare feet on warm tarmac I'm just beginning to come alive So hand me my P45 |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
(Ahahaha)
I've had a song trapped in my head all day I can't shake it, it won't go away I start to sing it, but managed to stop I cover it up with a little cough, ha ha I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something popped and it just slipped out I can't keep it inside me My fingers tap out a melody Oh no! Here it comes! All I can hear is bass and drums I've had a song trapped in my head all day I can't shake it, it won't go away I start to sing it, but managed to stop I cover it up with a little cough, ha ha I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to (?) Something popped and it just slipped out I need to keep my lips tight shut To sing now would be inappropriate I need to keep my lips tight shut To sing now would be inappropriate I need to keep my lips tight shut To sing now would be inappropriate La la la la la la la la la! I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something popped and it just slipped out I didn't mean to twist and shout Something slipped and it just popped out Something slipped and it just popped out |
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from Art Brut - Vs Satan (2010)
I wish I hadn't taken off all my clothes
Now I need them, where did they go Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders I can't believe those things we did Especially now I'm sober...ish Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders I'm trying to leave without waking you But I can't leave without my socks Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head Last night this was a great idea But now we're both stuck here Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders Under the covers, both naked I hate to see an opportunity wasted Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders "Should we be doing this? You've got a girlfriend" "I don't know so let's try again" Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head You were seen kissing There's a scene missing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head I should be guilt-ridden I'm just wondering where my clothes are hidden |
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