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Elbow
Elbow


Информация
Откуда Ramsbottom, Greater Manchester, England
Жанры Post-Britpop
Dream Pop
New prog
Britpop
Годы 1997—н.в.
Лейблы V2 Records
Fiction Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Guy Garvey
Mark Potter
Craig Potter
Richard Jupp
Pete Turner



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Альбом Elbow


Build a Rocket Boys! (07.03.2011)
07.03.2011
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Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
And I never perfected that simian stroll
The cigarettes and it was everything then

Do they know those days are golden?
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!

One more tune
I came down from the trees
Curbstone cool
You are freshly painted angel
Walking on walls
Stealing booze and down long hungry kisses
And Nobody knew me at home any more

Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!

Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
And I never affected that simian stroll
No

Do they know those days are golden?
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!

One long tune. I came down from the trees
Curbstone cool
You are freshly painted angel
Walking on walls
Stealing booze and down long hungry kisses
And nobody knows me at home anymore

Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!

. . .


The birds are the keepers of our secret as they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime in a reckless guilty haze
And they wove a sweet indifference and it settled on our skin
Til the eyes that I remembered for the last time drew me in

The birds
Though I wore your glacial patience to a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me with a glistening sapling trust
Did they sing a million blessings as they watched us slowly part
Do they keep those final kisses in their tiny racing hearts

What are we gonna do with you
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds.

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Best intentions bring joyless droughts
Pack your hacksaw come push me out
When your dentures prevent your smile
These adventures will fill your eyes

With love
With love

You've been going see-through, could do with a little sun
I'd give my liver to see you abide and ride shotgun
The back-end scandal awaits me, I just can't do it alone
Your sweetheart probably hates me, but I'll send you home

Your dome filled up with love
With love
With love
Fill your eyes with love
With love
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out

As anybody with a kind word would know
Gonna find you
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out

As anybody with a kind word would know
Gonna find you
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out

Fill your boots
Fill your spine
Fill your dome
Fill your eyes with love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love

. . .


My high priestess folded neatly, back in your box, oh Lord
Call the song he sang so sweetly, back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself a strider Tiger lifting my head,
Just like you said
Drown me now in doubt of fire, get me to bed.

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows

Angels and idols, spiraling wild, wind in you necks
Landed gentry, ride on behind me, wind in your necks
Smokey progress, back room changes, let me back in
Put back the pin
'Cos now I follow sawn up pages, can't read the text, oh

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows

. . .


I have a drop-leaf window
with cats and broken yards
sunflowers and paint cans
and stolen shopping carts
and nothing to be proud of
and nothing to regret
all of that to make as yet
all of that to make as yet

I have a single heartbreak
I celebrate and mourn
a single shining sister
and all the tricks of dawn
a single yellow duvet
a single switch to flick
but a thousand boxes yet to take
a thousand boxes yet to take

and Jesus is a Rochdale girl
and forty-five CDs
got a house that you can smoke in
so all my friends found me
and they found me full of myself
and bloody-minded will
and as yet a box to fill
and as yet a box to fill

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I throw this to the wind
But what if I was right
Well, did you trust your noble dreams
And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night?
The night will always win
The night has darkness on its side
I'll throw this to the wind

I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But not the state I'm in
The night will always win

I throw this to the wind
But what if I was right
Well, did you trust your noble dreams
And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night
The night will always win
The night has darkness on its side
I've thrown this to the wind

I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But never the state that I'm in
The night will always win

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There's a ladder tear in my high ideals
Like I took a chair on the battlefield
And any noble fire that was burning in my chest
Is acid in my belly at the very best

There's a bayonet in my family things
It was made in the USA to defend the King
With all the sinew, the thrust
And all the bones it splintered are dust
It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings

Oh, settle down little heart of mine
Oh, settle down, you do double time
You're so far away but she's right here by your side
Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh

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I walked with the river in kind of a dream
Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me
To the clammer of rushes and deeply barren trees
A drunk making blossom, the blush to be seen

I told him my sorrows and broken-down dreams
Confessed every lie, replayed every scene
He openly wept as he listened to me
And then, with the sun in the west, he showed me the sea

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You're a law unto yourself
And we don't suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the earth alone

So with finger rolls and folding chairs
And a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should you come back home

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again

Tables are for pounding here
And when we've got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you were

And you're not the man who fell to earth
You're the man of La Mancha
And we've love enough to light the street
Everybody's here

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon is out looking for trouble
And everyone's here

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
And everyone's here

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Come home again

The moon is out looking for trouble
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
The moon is face down in a puddle
And everyone's here

. . .


The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts

. . .


Dear friends
You are angels and drunks
You are magi

Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And this is a note for a road sign

Cuttin' the breeze in this Tennessee sundown
Came the sounds of the voices I know
I've been pondering trees
On the steeliest come down
And now a moment I'm home

I've got bluster enough
For the sails of a clipper
And the truth never frays a good yarn
But it struck me to say while so far away
You are with me today
You are here are in my head, in my heart

Dear friends
You are angels and drunks
You are magi

Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And you are the stars I navigate home by

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