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Frightened Rabbit Album


The Midnight Organ Fight (04/14/2008)
04/14/2008
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Bright Pink Bookmark (instrumental)
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Extrasupervery (instrumental)
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A cripple walks amongst you all you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system and dissolve in Scottish rain
Vitally he doesn't miss them he's too fucked up to care
Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
On his last leg
Well I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
You see I've got this disease I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life
Well this is how we do things now
Yeah this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg
Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I am ill
But I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up
Well I'm lying on the ground now
Walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eye sight
Like I said I would
But I still know
And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
And you are not ill
And I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair
Just you and me
We'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today


. . .



I left Howse without a fucking clue.
And left New York City, girl, without you.
But the sun does shine in this place some days.
And even when there's cloud there isn't always rain.

I'll stow away my greys, in a padlocked case and in a padlocked room.
Only to be released when I sing all the songs I wrote about you.
This is the last one that I'll do.

Now I'm free in parenthesis
I'm not sure what I ought to do with it.
It sits in the house, bright eyes and raised hand.
If I ignore its advances then the hand goes down.

I'll stow away my greys, in a padlocked case and in a padlocked room.
Only to be released when I sing all the songs I wrote about you.
This is the last one that I'll do.

I feel better and better and worse and then better
Than ever than ever than ever then ever
I feel much better and better and worse and then better
Than ever than ever than ever than ever

I'll stow away my greys, in a padlocked case and in a padlocked room.
Only to be released when I see you walking round with someone new.
This is the last song I'll write about you.


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good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down
they are built to hold unfit
look how far they go around

you don't need these now that you've found another pair
and the difference is standing, i should expect
except
leave the rest at arm's length
with your naked flesh under your favorite dress
and leave the rest at arm's length
when they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them

i decided this decision some six months ago
so i'll stick to my guns, but from now on it's war
i'm armed with the past, and the will, and a brick
i might not want you back, but i want to kill him

and leave the rest at arm's length
with your naked flesh under your favorite dress
and leave the rest at arm's length
when they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them

and leave the rest at arm's length
don't brush with him, he might have diseases
and leave the rest at arm's length
steer clear of the grass, girl -- run, run, away

and leave the rest at arm's length
just roll over boy and don't make me do this
and leave the rest at arm's length
i am armed to the teeth and i'm heavy set
and leave the rest at arm's length
i'm not ready to see this happy
and leave the rest at arm's length
i'm still in love you (can't admit it yet)


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good night
it's wrong time
let's get paralized down both sides
sneaking to red sleeping kiss and your black eyes
over midnight organ fight
yours hips into mine
it's all right
and the fast blood
hurricanes through me
and then it rips my roof away with her fire heads
this is the longest kiss
good night
...
and now I, I tremble,
because this humble
has become miracle
I feel like I just died twice
was reborn again
for hard dirty cents
and the fast blood, fast blood, fast blood
hurricanes through me
and then it rips my roof away with her fire heads
this is the longest kiss
good night
good night
and then I fall down
I humble
and she said, It's all right


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I'll turn off the TV
It's killing us who never speak
There's a radio in the corner
It's dying to make a scene

So give me soft, soft static
With a human voice underneath
And we can both get old fashioned
Put the brakes on these fast, fast wheels

Oh let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?

Put the wall clock in the top drawer
Turn off the lights so we can see
We will waltz across the carpet
1-2-3-2-2-3
So give me the soft, soft static
Of the open fire and the shuffle of our feet
We can both get old fashioned
Do it like they did in '43

Oh let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?

So give me soft, soft static
We won't need no electricity
If we both get old fashioned
We won't have to rely on our memories

Oh let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?


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do the twist in the twisting outfit
the loose tie with, the loose slim wrists
lift your dress enough to show me those shins
let your hair stick to your forehead

did you blush then when our hips touched?
i can't tell, you're already red
am i right? you give me the signs
is that pink mist or just lit dry ice

you twist and whisper the wrong name
i don't care nor do my ears
twist yourself around me
i need company i need human heat
i need human heat

lets pretend i'm attractive and then
you won't mind, you can twist for a while
it's the night, i can be who you like
and i'll quietly leave before it gets light

so twist and whisper the wrong name
i don't care nor do my ears
twist yourself around me
i need company i need human heat
i need human heat

i need human heat
i need human heat
i need human heat
i need-

twist and whisper the right name
i'm david, please
twist as if you're just like me
you need company, you need human heat
you need human heat


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Bright Pink Bookmark

[No lyrics]

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jesus is just a spanish boy's name.
how come one man got so much fame?
to enemy, it's pointless to anybody
that doesn't have faith
give me the cloth and i'll wipe my face.

when it's all gone
SOMETHING carries on
and it's not mod at all,
just when natures had enough of you...
when my blood stops,
someone else's will not.
when my head rolls off,
someone else's will turn.
and while i'm alive, i'll make tiny changes to earth.

so you can burn me
cause we'll all be the same, the same way...
dirt in someone's eyes flies down the drain
i believe in a house in the clouds
and god's got his best friends round
he's painted all the walls red
to remind them they're all dead

you know when it's all gone, something carries on...
and it's not mod at all -
just when nature's had enough of you.
when my blood stops
someone else's will not.
when my head rolls off
someone else's will turn.
you can mark my words, i'll make tiny changes to earth.

while i'm alive
I'LL MAKE TINY CHANGES TO EARTH.


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i'm working on my backwards walk
walking with no shoes or socks
and the time rewinds to the end of may
i wish we never met that mat today

i'm working on my faults and cracks
filling in the blanks and gaps
and when i write them out they don't make sense
i need you to pencil in the rest

i'm working on drawing a straight line
and i'll draw until i get one right
it's bold and dark girl, can't you see
i done drawn a line between you and me

i'm working on erasing you
just don't have the proper tools
i get hammered, forget that you exist
there's no way i'm forgetting this

i'm working hard on walking out
shoes keep sticking to the ground
my clothes won't let me close the door
these trousers seem to love your floor

i been working on my backwards walk
there's no where else for me to go
except back to you just one last time
say yes before i change my mind

say yes before i...
you're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it


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My hole, i'll get my hole
i'll get my hole
get my hole, get my hole
and i'll find out more.
it's a true true(?) dream
a rocket launch
if we have a hormone race
i'm bound to finish first.

Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the look in your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know
to keep warm
Did you really think that a fuck?
at half speed(?) you'll find your love in a hole

oh, you won't find love in a,
won't find love in a hole.
it takes more than fucking someone
to keep yourself warm

i'm drunk, i'm drunk
and you're probably on pills
if we both get the same diseases
it's the rule of a girl
and the rule is the same
oh, evaporates disappears
my point of entry is the same way
that i leave

Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the look in your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know
to keep warm
Did you really think that a fuck?
at half speed(?) you'll find your love in a hole

oh, you won't find love in a,
won't find love in a hole.
it takes more than fucking someone
to keep yourself warm

you won't find love in a,
won't find love in a hole.
it takes more than fucking someone
to keep yourself

SEE in the dark!
Can you see the look in your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know
to keep warm
Did you really think that a fuck?
at half speed(?) you'll find your love in a hole


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Extrasupervery

[No lyrics]

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Poke at my iris
Why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something
that you know that I don't?

We adopt a brand new language
communicate through pursed lips,
You try not to put on
any sexy clothes or graces.

I might never catch a mouse
and present in my mouth
and make you feel you're with someone
who deserves to be with you.

But there's one thing we've got going
and it's the only thing worth knowing.
It's got lots to do with magnets
and the pull of the moon.

Why won't our love keel over
as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing
and then bury it in snow.

Or should we kick its cunt in
and watch as it dies from bleeding.
If you don't want to be with me
just say and I will go.

--

Well we can change our partners
this is a progressive dance but
remember it was me who
dragged you up to the sweaty floor.

Well this has been a real ...
I've got shin-splints and a stich from weed(?)
but like a drunken night
it's the best bits that are coloured in

Should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now
they'd need to be told

that we had every clung on tight
and maybe not with arms at night
I'd say she was his sister
but she doesn't have his nose

And now we're unrelated
and rid of all the shit we hated
but i hate when i feel like this
and i never hated you


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So you just stepped out
of the front of my house
and I'll never see you again.
I closed my eyes for a second
and when they opened
you weren't there.
And the door shut shut
I was vacuum packed,
shrink-wrapped out of air
And the spine collapsed
and the eyes rolled back
to stare at my starving brain,

And fully clothed, I float away
(I'll float away)
Down the Forth, into the sea
I think I'll save suicide for another day.

And I picture this corpse
on the M8 hearse
and I half run away to sleep
On a rolled up coat
against the window
with the strobe of the sun
and the life I've led
am I ready to leap
is there peace beneath
the roar of the Forth road bridge?
On the Northern side
there's a Fife of mine
and a boat in the port for me,

And fully clothed, I float away
(I'll float away)
Down the Forth, into the sea
I'll steer myself
through drunken waves
these manic gulls
scream it's okay
take your life
give it a shake
gather up
all your loose change
I think I'll save suicide for another year.

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Who'd you push down
the stairs last night?

I would have liked
to have been a part
of that...


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