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Arctic Monkeys
Arctic Monkeys


Background information
Origin Sheffield, England, UK
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Post-punk Revival
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Domino Records
EMI Music
Associated acts The Last Shadow Puppets
Mongrel
Website Website
Members
Alex Turner
Jamie Cook
Nick O'Malley
Matt Helders
Former members
Andy Nicholson
Glyn Jones



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Arctic Monkeys Album


Humbug (08/24/2009)
08/24/2009
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If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It is unnecessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out my, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller

. . .


Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

. . .


Pinned down by the dark
Pinned down by the dark

Been fighting with my sheets
I'm nearly cryin in my sleep
Yes, i'm battling that well taught gripe
The most frustrating type
You should have racing stripes
The way you keep me in pursuit
Sharpened the heel of your boot
And you press it in my chest and you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you do promote me

I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
Makes my head pirouhette
More than I would be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

The light it fidgets through
The thoughts will soon revert to you
About as bashful as a tribal dance
The first and final chance
Of course the audience
Are frighteners and fiends
Divided up into two teams
When the acrobat fell off the beam
She broke everyones hearts

I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
Makes my head pirouhette
More than I would be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
Most ... (can't get this one sorry)
Been long enough now so let's
mek a mess lioness

Pinned down by the dark
Pinned down by the dark

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-Ls

. . .


Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight’s phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation for miserable little tyke
At least that’s the conclusion you/she (he’s said both) came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
She’s saying nothing
She’s just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
?? And then like a pull and push in on a bookshelf ??
I'm unveiling the unexpected
How he was ever gonna look to her
Should've been embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

At all the fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you’re daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along

. . .


I was biting the time zone,
And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams,
And threw caution to the colourful
Then we fell asleep in the car,
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
And the tide took me to your mouth,
And then swept me back down to your palms

It’s them that put me inside the reminder
That yours is the only ocean,
(Yours Is the only ocean)
That I wanna swing from,
Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna hang on

I've got this ego mechanic,
She’s always trying to give me vitamins
Oh she’d be frightened of your reflection,
I preferred her as a cartoon
If I could be someone else for a week,
I’d spend it chasing after you,
Cos she’s not shattering my attitude,
No matter how she folds the potion

Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna swing from,
Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna hang on to
I’m swinging on
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean

Potion approaching, shield your eyes,
Potion approaching, visualize,
Holding a token, swollen in size,
Potion approaching, shield your eyes

Oh but if we’re gonna escape though,
We really ought to think it through,
Would you like me to build you a go kart?

. . .


You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer

If it's true you're gonna run away
Tell me where
I'll meet you there

Am i snapping the excitement,
If I pack away the laughter
And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya
If I've questions of the feature
that rolls on your dream reel

The day after you stole my heart,
Everything I touched told me
It would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And there's a splashing in my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast
Didn't heal as fast
I hear your voice in silences
Were the teasing of the fire
be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd
You're not allowed to tell the truth
And the photo booth's a liar

And the sharpened explanations
But there's no screaming reason to enquire

I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they'd never see if it smacks them in their temples

. . .


Thought I saw you in the battleship
but it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast
When i asked her if i could call her your name

I thought i saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there

She was close, and she held me very tightly
Till i asked awfully politely, please
Can i call you her name

And i elongated my lift home,
Yeah i let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm

It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in letraset
No you can't call me her name

Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried i'll forget your face
And i've asked everyone
And i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home
Yeah i let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When i saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said i'm really not supposed to but yes,
You can call me anything you want

. . .


I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You've got to dance little liar

Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you're bound to trip
And she'll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradiction up

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar take a lot less time

I'm sure it's clear and plain to me
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes that we'll get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch you'll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less

Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
With the wrong memories

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt between the dirt

. . .


Tricking through the morning,
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm,
Shifts past your whiskers,
So spark is a charm with the barking alarm,
Weighs coil 'til the corner is turned.

And the battle wields all, struggle to move round,
In your money mind,
Blatantly cape town,
And will interwine in co-operative time,
Shall we sit on the springs 'til the mung goes dry?

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the...


What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reeps through walls and ill fitting thoughts,
A twilight force, she doesn't wanna walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught,
Cannot be nineteen, it's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
Pulled from the after date, you'll have to slip away,
I won't 'av a thing to say,
Behold as the crook in a hammock plays...

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall...

. . .


Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake,
Dull caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger,
Move over toward the danger that you seek

You think excitement has receded,
Then the mirror distracts
The logic of the trans... reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless
And weightless your imagination runs

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

In the moonlight they’re more thrilling,
Those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning, buddled, blowers in the snow,
Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night
Inevitable’s gather to push you around,
Any old voice makes such a punishing sound
He became laughter’s assassin,
Shortly after he showed you what it was

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in until you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in until you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in until you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

There's just a couple of words I can't quite understand.

. . .


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