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12 de agosto de 2011
If you just get it together and read my mind
Then sleeping would be easy
And then i'll be there to acquiesce
I confess i'm in trouble
Another afternoon of increments
And asking the wrong questions
Then you get up and leave again
Just as the evening threatens to set
Consider this now it's not too late
I have watched you change
The colour of the trap
I have learned to wait
Most of the things that you say
I don't understand but i will sit and listen
I nod along attentively
But the truth is i cant concentrate
Consider this now it's not too late
I have watched you change
The colour of the trap
I have learned a way
Make no mistake
I have learned to wait
And learned you can make me
I need something to sort me out
I need someone to come and shake me
And your exit calms me down
Before it infuriates me
Girl i'm in trouble
Wish you'd just get it together and read my mind.
| Alex Turner, Colour of the trap by Miles Kane |
15 de março de 2011
Hiding Tonight
Tomorrow I'll be quicker
I'll stare into the strobe light flicker
And afloat I'll stay
But I'm quite alright hiding today
Tomorrow I'll be faster
I'll catch what i've been chasing after
And have time to play
But I'm quite alright hiding today
And I will play the coconut shy
And win a prize even if it's rigged
I won't know when to stop
And you can leave off my lid, and i won't even lose my fizz
I'll be the polkadots type
I'll know the way back, if you know the way
But if you are, I am quite alright, hiding today
Tomorrow i'll be stronger, running colourful
No longer just in black and white
And i'm quite alright hiding tonight
And i will have a game on the coconut shy
And win a prize even if it's rigged
I won't know when to stop
And you can leave off my lid, and i won't even lose my fizz
I'll be the polkadots type
I'll probably swim through a few lagoons
I'll have a spring in my step
And i'll get there soon
To sing you a happy tune, tomorrow
And you better bring a change of clothes
So we can sail our laughing pianos along a beam of light
But I'm quite alright
Hiding tonight
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