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Art Brut
Art Brut


Информация
Откуда Deptford, England
Жанры Indie Rock
Годы 2003—н.в.
См. также Subliminal Girls
Сайт Website
Состав
Eddie Argos
Ian Catskilkin
Jasper "Jeff" Future
Freddy Feedback
Mikey Breyer
Бывшие участники
Chris Chinchilla



Альбом Art Brut


It's a Bit Complicated (2007)
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We'd taken our clothes off, in the rewarder
And you're leavin' your shoes to make you look taller
And I can't say I'm not enjoying the kissing
But I've a sneaking suspicion that you're not really listening

I know I shouldn't
Is it 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've been 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 it 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 it 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


. . .



You 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

You 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


. . .


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!

. . .



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've got over you all, 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 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 indulging in just 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


. . .


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

. . .



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 before I get paid
If you're cold, hungry
Put on a coat
I've bread (?)
You can't tell if it's toast
You're always welcome to crash on my floor
There's no key or lock for the door

I know what it looks like
And 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 on the corner
I'd love some tea, but you won't find a cup
I've been using this saucepan to avoid washing up
You're cold and hungry
Put on a coat
I've bread (?)
You can tell it's not toast
You're always welcome to crash on my floor
There's no key or lock for 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've 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 for the door
I'm ignoring my grown-up problems as
I've got 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


. . .



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


. . .



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 (?) 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 for 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


. . .



All through the night
They begin to take shape
From the crack of the vinyl
To the hiss of the tape

Play and record
Held down together
Tabs pushed off
So you can't tape over it ever

Just a couple of friends
Hanging out with each other
We started to swap tapes
To soundtrack our summer

Tapes that are full
Of the things we can't say
To each other
During the day

All through the night
They begin to take shape
From the crack of the vinyl
To the hiss of the tape

Play and record
Held down together
Tabs pushed off
So you can't tape over it ever

It can't be just me
That's working it out
These songs that we've chosen
And what they're about

Are we after the same thing?
Am I crossing a line?
I'm checking the lyrics
I'm pressing rewind

All through the night
They begin to take shape
From the crack of the vinyl
To the hiss of the tape

These songs won't see the sun
Any time soon
Under the cover of headphones
And for the privacy of bedrooms

All the best pop songs
Are girl meets boy
And there wasn't one song
That I didn't enjoy

But I lacked confidence
When I was young
So things didn't work out
The way they get sung

Play and record
Held down together
Tabs pushed off
So you can't tape over it ever

A couple of friends
Hanging out with each other
Just swapping songs
To soundtrack our summer


. . .



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 mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

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 mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

A record collection reduced to a mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

I used to have a bedroom to hide in
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 mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

A record collection reduced to a mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back

A record collection reduced to a mix tape
Headphones on, I made my escape
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack
I'm leaving home, and I'm never gonna come back


. . .



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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