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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Bass Guitar
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trumpet
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocals
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Drums
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocals
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
James Swinburne
James Swinburne
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Songwriter
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Songwriter
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Engineer
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Engineer
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Engineer
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thing I get to be myself and I get to sing I get to play at being irresponsible I come home late and I love your soul I never forget you in my prayers I never have a bad thing to report You're my picture on the wall You're my vision in the hall You're the one I'm talking to When I get in from my work You are my girl and you don't even know it I am livin' out the life of a poet I am the jester in the ancient court And you're the funny little frog in my throat My eyesight's fading, my hearing's dim I can't get insured for the state I'm in I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights At the party at the club on a Saturday night But I don't get disapproving from my girl She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls You're my picture on the wall You're my vision in the hall You're the one I'm talking to When I get in from my work You are my girl and you don't even know it I am livin' out the life of a poet I am the jester in the ancient court And you're the funny little frog in my throat Had a conversation with you at night It's a little one-sided but that's all right I tell you in the kitchen about my day You sit on the bed in the dark changing places With the ghost that was there before you came You've come to save my life again I don't dare to touch your hand I don't dare to think of you in a physical way And I don't know how you smell You are the cover of my magazine You're my fashion tip, a living museum I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays I'll maybe tell you all about it someday
Writer(s): Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Stephen Jackson, Bob Kildea, Sarah Martin, Richard Colburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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