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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



Arctic Monkeys Album


Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not (01/23/2006)
01/23/2006
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Anticipation has a habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there'll be some love
Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah
Regardless of what's gone before
I want to see all of the things that we've already seen
Lairy girls hung out the window of a limousine
Because it's fancy dress
And they're all looking proper good in bunny ears and devil horns and hats

Anticipation has a habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there'll be some love
Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah
Regardless of what's gone before
I want to see all of the things that we've already seen
I want to see you take the jackpot out the fruit machine
And put it all back in
You've got to understand that you can never beat the bandit no

And she won't be surprised, no she won't be shocked
When she's pressed the star after she's pressed unlock
And it's verse and chapters standing her in bogs
And all you said you know she drank the lot

Bear that in mind tonight, bear that in mind
You should bear that in mind tonight, bear that in mind
See you can pour your heart out but a reason it would block
Oh you shagged her after nine o'clock?

Anticipation has a habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there'll be some love
Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah
Regardless of what's gone before

And she won't be surprised, no she won't be shocked
When she's pressed the star after she's pressed unlock
And it's verse and chapters standing her in bogs
And all you said you know she drank the lot

Bear that in mind tonight, bear that in mind
You should bear that in mind tonight, bear that in mind
You can pour your heart out about three o'clock

. . .



Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

. . .



Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your...

Fake Tales of San Fransisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
And she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band aren't very good
And I'm not having a nice time"

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far

And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

. . .


Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Oh, been there looking for you
Sure you'll be rummagin' through
Oh and the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waitin'n'waitin'n...

The only reason that you came
So what ya scared for?
Oh don't you always do the same
It's what ya there for, don't ya know..

The lights are flashing
Down in here tonight
And so'm I exchange a glance
But keep pretending to dance

Don't act like it's not happening
As if its impolite
To go and mention your name
Instead you'll just do the same
As they all do, and hope for the best...

The only reason that you came
So what ya scared for?
Well don't ya always do the same
It's what ya there for, oooo yaaa!!

Get on your dancing shoes
You sexy little swine
Oh, been there looking for you
Sure you'll be rumagin' through

Oh and the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waitin'n'waaaaaaaaaohhh...!

. . .



One look sends it coursing through the veins, oh how the feeling races
Back up to their brains to form expressions on their stupid faces
They don't want to say hello, but I can't want to say hello
My heartbeat's at its peak, when you're coming up to speak

Well I'm so tense and never tenser
Well I'll go a bit Frank Spencer
And I'm talking gibberish
Tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it...
Properly
Oh, it's all getting on top of me
And if it weren't this dark
You'd see how red my face has gone, yeah

Everybody's trying to crack the jokes and that to make you smile
Those that claim that they're not showing off are drowning in denial
But they're not half as bad as me, say anything and I'll agree
Cause when it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write a book

And now that you're more than a part in the play
It's slightly easier to think what to say
You had us all standing on our heads
Doing our best tricks, yeah

Never again
Never again
Will there be another one quite as desirable as you?
One look sends it coursing through the veins, oh how the feeling races

. . .


It's ever so funny, I don't think you're special I don't think you're cool
You're just probably alreyt, but under these lights you look beautiful
But I'm struggling, I can't see through your fake tan
And you know it for a fact that everybody's eating out of your hands

What do you know?
you know nothing
But I'll still take you home

Fancy seeing you in here, you're all tarted up and you don't look the same
I haven't seen you since last year and surprisingly you have forgot my name
But you know it and you knew it all along
Oh, you say you have forgotten, but you're fibbing go on tell me I'm wrong
I fancy you with a passion, you're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too
You're a fad you're a fashion and I'm having a job trying to talk to you
But it's alright, put it all on one-side,
everybody's looking, you've got control of everyone's eyes
Including mine

. . .


Up rolls a riot van,
And sparks excitement in the boys,
But the policemen look annoyed,
Perhaps these are ones they should avoid

We got a chase last night,
From men with truncheons dressed in hats,
We didn't do that much wrong,
Still ran away though for the laugh,
Just for the laugh

And please just stop talking,
'Cause they won't find us if you do,
Oh those silly boys in blue,
Well they won't catch me and you,

Have you been drinking son?
You don't look old enough to me,
I'm sorry officer is there a certain age You're s'posed to be?
'Cause nobody told me,
And up rolls the riot van,
And these lads just wind the coppers up,
They ask why the don't catch proper crooks,
They get their address and their names took,
But they couldn't care less

thrown in the riot van,
and all the coppers kicked him in,
and there was no way he could win,
just had to take it on the chin

. . .



Ask if we can have six in
If not we'll have to have two
You're coming up our end aren't you
I'll get one with you
He wouldn't let us have six in
Especially not with the food
He could have just told us no though
He didn't have to be rude

See her with the green dress
I talked to her at the bar
How come it's already two pound fifty?
We've only gone about a yard
Couldn't you see she were gorgeous
She were beyond belief
There was this lad at her side drinking his Smirnoff Ice
Can I buy you a tropical reef?

Sitting going backwards
And I didn't want to leave
I said it's High Green mate
Via Hillsborough please

Well how funny were that sketch earlier
Up at that taxi rank
Oh no you woulda missed it,
It were when you went to the bank
These lads went round proper shouting
About who was next in the queue
The kind of thing that would seem so funny
But not when they've both had a few

Well calm down, temper, temper
You shouldn't get so annoyed
You're acting like a silly little boy
And they wanted to be men
And do some fighting in the street
(They said) no surrender

. . .


Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that, on a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I?
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bare

Can't we laugh and joke around?
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that, on a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Yeah I'm sorry I was late
Well I missed the train and then the traffic was a state
But I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
But of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

So laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Still it's right hard to remember that, on a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

. . .



Well I've seen your eyes as they flicked on me
What is he doing? What on earth's the plan? Has he got one?
You'd better give me some pointers
Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun

Well I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes
That might be a surprise but it's true
That I'm not like you and I don't want your advice
Or your praise or to move in the ways you do

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to you'll stand by us
I know you're sure that we'll fail

Well I've seen your eyes as they flicked on me
What a confusion
Your snarl is just so condescending
Try to explain that we're onto a win
If you feel we get in
Near recoups what we're spending

He says, I can't believe that you drove all that way
Well how much did they pay ya? How much did they pay ya?
You'd've been better to stay round our way
Thinking 'bout things but not actually doing a thing


. . .



So who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that she had to roam the streets
She don't do major credit cards
I doubt she does receipts
It's all not quite legitimate

And what a scummy man
Just give him half a chance
I bet he'll rob you if he can
Can see it in his eyes, yeah
That he's got a driving ban
Amongst some other offences

And I've seen him with girls of the night
And he told Roxanne to put on her red light
They're all infected but he'll be alright
Cause he's a scumbag, don't you know
I said he's a scumbag, don't you know!

Although you're trying not to listen
I bet your eyes are staring at the ground
She makes a subtle proposition
Sorry love I'll have to turn you down

And oh he must be up to something
Want half a chance to show he's more than likely
I've got a feeling in my stomach
I start to wonder what his story might be
What his story might be

They said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here
Around

And look here comes a Ford Mondeo
Isn't he Mister Inconspicuous
And he don't have to say 'owt
She understands she's here to get picked up

And she's delighted when she sees him
Pulling in and giving her the eye
Because she must be fucking freezing
Scantily clad beneath the clear night sky
She don't stop in the winter, no and...

They said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here

They said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here
Around here

What a scummy man
Just give him half a chance
I bet he'll rob you if he can
Can see it in his eyes that he's got a nasty plan

. . .


Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way or no way, totalatarian
He's got no time for you
Looking or breathing
How he don't want you to

So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's nowt you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realise then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line

And you can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can't they be pleasant?
Why can't they have a laugh?

He's got his hand in your chest
He wants to give you a duff
Well secrectly I think they want it all to kick off
They want, arms flying everywhere and
Bottles aswell it's just
Something to talk about
A story to tell you

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate

I said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

This town's a different town today
This town's a different town to what it was last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

That girl's a different girl today
Said that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

of course not!

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate

I've thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore

. . .


Oh they might wear classic reeboks
Or knackered converse
Or trackie bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there ain't no romance around there

And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them then you would agree
Agree that there ain't romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like, we'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
'Cause their minds are made up and course it's all OK to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music so that there's new ringtones
But it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just 'cause he's had a coupla cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like, we'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all OK to carry on that way
I said no, oh no
Oh you won't get me to go
Anywhere, said anywhere
I won't go
Oh no no

Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say? I've known 'em for a long long time
And yeah, they might over step the line
But I just cannot get angry in the same way
Oh not in the same way
Well not in the same way
Oh no
Oh no no

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