Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent Adolescent

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent Adolescent Lyric

You used to get it in your fishnets
so now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

Oh that boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up...

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
and now when she tell she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget I
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen to not be gentle
Was it a Mecca Dobber or a betting pencil?

Oh that boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
You're not coming back again.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
You're not coming back again.

You used to get it in your fishnets
so now you only get it in your night dress
Started all the naughty nights with niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Everything was pretty in the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

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File properties: mp3, 160 Kbps, 3.4 Mb, 00:02:57, 23.08.2007
Artist: Arctic Monkeys Album: Favourite Worst Nightmare Genre: Alternative & Punk Year: 2007

Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

Monday, November 9, 2009

Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning Lyric

Sat in the café by the cracker factory,
He were practising a magic trick,
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed,
On the last of your pick and mix.

Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun' go cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
Is all you have left and all is going to waste.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I love that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.

The next time that I caught my own reflection,
It was on it's way to meet you,
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

And your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.

Uninviting,
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes,
You are crying lightning.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Cry-ing.

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Arctic Monkeys - My Propeller

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Arctic Monkeys - My Propeller Lyric

If you can summon the strength to hold me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your decent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It is unnecessary evil
No cause for emergency
I hold the beak off of old eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out my, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller

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Artist: Arctic Monkeys Album: Humbug Genre: Indie, Rock Year: 2009

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