Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)
作词 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
作曲 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
She was part of the air force
I was part of the band
I always used to burst into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life
I was living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations
And I fell in love with a boy
It was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges
Living on the fringes of
My, my, my imagination
Enough about me now
You gotta talk about the people, baby
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas"
Sitting east on their communista keisters
And writing about their ejaculations
I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while
Staining the pages of the nation
Xanax and a Newport
"I take care of my kids", she said
The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
Like advertising cigarettes
A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get
Am I ironically woke?
The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration
Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
[00:00.165] 作曲 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jamie Squire
[00:00.330]She was part of the air force
[00:02.060]I was part of the band
[00:03.510]I always used to burst into her hand
[00:07.190]In my, my, my imagination
[00:13.600]I was living my best life
[00:15.540]I was living with my parents
[00:17.120]Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
[00:20.750]And my, my, my cancellations
[00:39.890]And I fell in love with a boy
[00:42.380]It was kinda lame
[00:44.260]I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
[00:47.810]In my, my, my imagination
[00:53.410]And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges
[00:57.010]I was coming off the hinges
[00:58.830]Living on the fringes of
[01:01.450]My, my, my imagination
[01:09.000]Enough about me now
[01:12.250]You gotta talk about the people, baby
[01:17.490]At home, somewhere I don't like
[01:21.030]Eating stuff off of motorbikes
[01:24.190]Coming to her lookalikes
[01:30.970]I can't get the language right
[01:34.210]Just tell me what's unladylike
[01:44.000]I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas"
[01:48.350]Sitting east on their communista keisters
[01:52.010]And writing about their ejaculations
[01:57.550]I like my men like I like my coffee
[02:00.350]Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while
[02:05.640]Staining the pages of the nation
[02:13.270]Xanax and a Newport
[02:16.170]"I take care of my kids", she said
[02:21.670]The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet
[02:28.420]It's like someone intended it
[02:31.690]Like advertising cigarettes
[02:35.170]A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get
[03:28.300]Am I ironically woke?
[03:30.310]The butt of my joke?
[03:31.630]Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
[03:36.210]Calling his ego imagination?
[03:41.550]I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
[03:49.340]It's kind of my daily iteration
