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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Los Campesinos!
Performer
Oliver Briggs
Drums
Thomas Bromley
Guitar
Gareth Paisley
Glockenspiel
Neil Turner
Guitar
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Keyboards
Harriet Coleman
Violin
Ellen Waddell
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gareth David
Lyrics
Gareth Paisley
Composer
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Newfeld
Producer
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Letra
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Any more tears for the birthing pool?
Bear this child directly into misery
Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue
But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers
Singing, "I see songs in shapes and colours
Not nuclear physics or pottery ovens
Fluid lines that soar like towers
Patterns reformed just like child actors"
Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spider-Man
Than you will ever, ever be
So stick with your instincts
Stick with the imprints
With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us
And roll with the toppers
Just like steady choppers
Bat it with your eyelids
And lose it with your static
Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - honey, hey!
I'm taking far too many chances
On these less than idealistic romances
Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spider-Man
Than you will ever, ever be
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs
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