Fly Boy Blue / Lunette-Elbow

[00:00.000] 作词 : Guy Garvey [00:01.000] 作曲 : Guy Garvey/Craig Potter/Mark Potter/Richard Jupp/Pete Turner [00:08.97]It's a lethal ballet [00:11.65]Air traffic congestion [00:15.05]I'm having a baby [00:17.99]Second thoughts scotch dinner [00:21.38]And someone's dancing on the box [00:24.72]A former MP [00:26.39]And no one was watching [00:28.25]My oldest friends are a serious habit [00:31.62]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home [00:37.90]To my sweet trampoline [00:40.39]And acres of crash site love [00:56.08]Someone's dancing on the box [00:59.38]A former MP [01:01.01]And no one was watching [01:02.81]My oldest friends are a serious habit [01:06.15]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home [01:12.49]To my sweet trampoline [01:14.99]And acres of crash site love [01:59.35]Presidential delays [02:02.05]Suppose I'm just lucky [02:05.51]I'm having a shindig [02:08.18]Me Red Bob and the ivory host [02:11.61]And someone's shouting on the box [02:15.14]A chinless prefect gone Godzilla [02:18.66]My newest friends have forgotten my name [02:22.05]But so have I so far so good and home [02:28.61]You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love [04:07.08]What can be said of the cigarette smokes [04:11.98]A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock [04:16.25]If I stopped would the bus ever come [04:20.52]Would the dawn ever kiss me forgiven me knowing what's done [04:26.64]Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song [04:31.65]Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs [04:36.84]Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe [04:41.72]The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe [04:47.23]What can be said of the whiskey and wine [04:52.04]Random abandon or ballast for joy [04:56.67]That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy [05:01.74]And besides I'm in excellent company [05:06.91]I'm reaching the age when decisions are made [05:11.58]On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch [05:16.59]That'll I'll ask for more time [05:19.85]But mother forgive me [05:22.13]I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey [05:26.90]And a bundle of smokes in my grave [05:37.23]But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get [05:41.93]From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck [05:47.79]That I wake to [05:52.57]And where are the words for the leap in my chest [05:57.56]When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose [06:03.89]Made by a rose thorn so you claim [06:09.53]By a rose thorn