LYRICS: Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool You're far more like a wet cardboard tube On this nightclub toilet floor As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear The last set of goalposts taken down Summer of odd-numbered year She says, "If you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure" Well, I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure May not be be all and end all, in my defence, she is the hole I've thrown my goalkeeper forward, she's catenaccio Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift, all the girls I have loved Dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick Embraced him around his cistern, "C'est la mort, enough of this" Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know that I want to And later, she said something that stuck hard in my mind "We are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry To empathise with Tories, to invite upon disease A safer bet's to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam" I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face Crawl into their deepest recess, 'til I freeze or dehydrate We'll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead And my heart's still doing Fosburys, nowhere near finished yet Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know that I want to Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know that I want to Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know that I want to I want you to know that I want to I want you to know that I want to
LYRICSSS.... Knees knocking and blood flowing, so I want you to know You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool, you’re far more like a wet cardboard tube on this nightclub toilet floor As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear: the last set of goalposts taken down, summer of odd numbered year She says “if you’re unhappy, then you gotta find the cure” Well I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure May not be be-all and end-all, in my defence she is the whole I’ve thrown my goalkeeper forward, she’s catennacio Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift: all the girls I have loved, dumped to Earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick Embraced him around his cistern “c’est la mort!, enough of this” Knees knocking and blood flowing so I want you to know that I want to And later she said something that stuck hard in my mind: “we are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry, to empathise with Tory’s to invite upon disease, a safer bet’s to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam” I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face, crawl into their deepest recess, ’til I freeze or dehydrate We’ll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead and my heart’s still doing Fosburys, nowhere near finished yet
Can’t express how much I love this album, and I’m so happy to see it remastered. Huge kudos to every Campesinos! !
I can't believe it's been 10 years since No Blues came out and I still love every song on this album.❤❤❤❤
I am so, so SO happy that this song finally has the dynamic range it deserves
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LYRICS:
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know
You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool
You're far more like a wet cardboard tube
On this nightclub toilet floor
As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear
The last set of goalposts taken down
Summer of odd-numbered year
She says, "If you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure"
Well, I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure
May not be be all and end all, in my defence, she is the hole
I've thrown my goalkeeper forward, she's catenaccio
Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift, all the girls I have loved
Dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above
And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick
Embraced him around his cistern, "C'est la mort, enough of this"
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know that I want to
And later, she said something that stuck hard in my mind
"We are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry
To empathise with Tories, to invite upon disease
A safer bet's to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam"
I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face
Crawl into their deepest recess, 'til I freeze or dehydrate
We'll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead
And my heart's still doing Fosburys, nowhere near finished yet
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know that I want to
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know that I want to
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know that I want to
I want you to know that I want to
I want you to know that I want to
Thesaurus-heavy indeed
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i've thrown my goalkeeper forward.....
LYRICSSS....
Knees knocking and blood flowing, so
I want you to know
You say you are an old cassette that has gone and spilt its spool,
you’re far more like a wet cardboard tube on this nightclub toilet floor
As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear:
the last set of goalposts taken down, summer of odd numbered year
She says “if you’re unhappy, then you gotta find the cure”
Well I prescribe me one more beer, beyond that I am unsure
May not be be-all and end-all, in my defence she is the whole
I’ve thrown my goalkeeper forward, she’s catennacio
Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift: all the girls I have loved,
dumped to Earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above
And I saw God in the bathroom, I baptised him in sick
Embraced him around his cistern “c’est la mort!, enough of this”
Knees knocking and
blood flowing so
I want you to know that I want to
And later she said something that stuck hard in my mind:
“we are their Capel Celyn, they gotta keep their slippers dry,
to empathise with Tory’s to invite upon disease,
a safer bet’s to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam”
I will take you where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face,
crawl into their deepest recess, ’til I freeze or dehydrate
We’ll live and breathe it in real time, montage is for the dead
and my heart’s still doing Fosburys, nowhere near finished yet