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K2
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K2 è stato pubblicato il 3 febbraio 2017 da Concord Records come parte dell'album Little Fictions (Fickle Flame Version)
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Data di uscita3 febbraio 2017
EtichettaConcord Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM60

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys
Miming it wild on a cold stone table
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
Send an urgent cable
[Verse 2]
Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering if anyone cares
Is the landing light on
Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in
Give me her perfume
Give me her prayers and advice
[Verse 3]
Hands up if you've never seen the sea
I'm from a land with an island status
Makes us think that everyone hates us
Maybe darling they do
But they haven't met you
They only know the villains at the tiller
And they gambled the farm on a headline
[Verse 4]
Jesus, getting harder to see what they're doing till it's done
And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street
[Verse 5]
Yes, and I'm given to believing in love
I've written the word in my blood
And I perch on the shelf of the K2
Made of the believers that love
Opens the fist just enough for a hands to slip into the hand
To slip into the hand
[Verse 6]
I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
Planning on a static caravan in the Andes
Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
Defeat in our time or do we meet on the street again due to the few?
Batter it out and refresh vendetta better surely to pause
Consider the path it's full of blood, snot, and teeth
And the glory of no one
[Verse 7]
Hands up if you've never seen the sea
We're from a place with an island status
Queuing 'round the corner for a pencil and paper again
Come the virus of virii
God, send us to a digital end
With following strangers and swiping at friends
I'll send you a postcard, see you in Hull
In a sweater made of atacama llama wool
[Verse 8]
Yes, and I'm given to believing in love
I've written the word in my blood
On a perch on the gate to, made of the believers that loved
Opens the fist just enough for a hands to slip into the hand
To slip into the hand
[Verse 9]
Yes, and I'm given to believing in love
I've written the word in my blood
I've seen it make a heaven of backstreet
Bedsit and bomb site living room love
Opens the fist just enough for a hands to slip into the hand
To slip into the hand
Written by: Craig Potter, Guy Garvey, Pete Turner
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