Los Campesinos! // Cemetery Gaits (2023 Remaster) (Official Audio)

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  • Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
  • NO BLUES (2023 Remaster) digital is out now, vinyl out 8th December. Listen & pre-order: lnk.to/NB10
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  • @tova1412
    @tova1412 10 месяцев назад +21

    LYRICS:
    We lined up there pale, stiff and cold, like racks of bed and breakfast toast
    So high up on the slate quarry, that you swore that you could see the coast
    I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart
    More stories tightrope on that stare, than the same white line at Meurig Park
    The dirt above, the stars below, I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow
    And when they think of you and me, it's clear if you're the doormat, I'm the hickory
    Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, cause you got to do it right
    Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's, bear them broad tonight
    You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break
    You'll know us by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits
    Dawn comes, awoken by sheep's bleat, a fleet of hearses line the street
    A widow sobs, more widows weep, while we intrude like a widow's peak
    I shimmy up the cenotaph, regale with my melancholy
    "Two words upon my headstone, please", don't need date or name, just 'Sad Story'
    Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, cause you got to do it right
    Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's, bear them broad tonight
    You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break
    You'll know us by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits
    They boast of poets on their side, but what use will they be if this comes to a fight?
    I glance along the length of pew and all that I can think's I want to undress you
    Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, cause you got to do it right
    Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's, bear them broad tonight
    You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break
    You'll know us by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits

    • @ametabolicprocess
      @ametabolicprocess 10 месяцев назад +5

      Doing the Lord's work on these uploads

    • @tova1412
      @tova1412 10 месяцев назад +3

      ​@@ametabolicprocesshaha thanks, I just want to be able to sing along!

  • @Kayret
    @Kayret 10 месяцев назад +11

    one of my favourite no blues songs!!

  • @sickscenes
    @sickscenes 10 месяцев назад +9

    definitely one of los camps best songs :)

  • @Kaifinch-005
    @Kaifinch-005 11 дней назад

    This is defo on my top 10 songs to sing when drunk

  • @theroyalkermit
    @theroyalkermit 10 месяцев назад +9

    this song is so underrated crikey mick

  • @aputin654
    @aputin654 10 месяцев назад +6

    best track

  • @isaaaaachr
    @isaaaaachr 5 месяцев назад +2

    we consecrate

  • @EliSnowflake0_0
    @EliSnowflake0_0 7 месяцев назад +3

    LYRICSSS...
    We lined up there pale, stiff and cold, like racks of bed and breakfast toast
    So high up on the slate quarry, that you swore that you could see the coast
    I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart
    More stories tightrope on that stare, than the same white line at Meurig Park
    The dirt above, the stars below, I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow
    And when they think of you and me, it’s clear if you’re the doormat, I’m the hickory
    Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, ‘cause you got to do it right
    Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle’s, bear them broad tonight
    You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break
    You’ll know us by the way we crawl, you’ll know us by our cemetery gaits
    Dawn comes, awoken by sheep’s bleat, a fleet of hearses line the street
    A widow sobs, more widows weep, while we intrude like a widow’s peak
    I shimmy up the cenotaph, regale with my melancholy
    “two words upon my headstone, please”, don’t need date or name, just ‘Sad Story’
    They boast of poets on their side, but what use will they be if this comes to a fight?
    I glance along the length of pew and all that I can think’s I want to undress you