Straight In At 101 Lyric by Los Campesinos!

Straight In At 101 Lyric

by Los Campesinos!

Lyric:



I Think We Need More Post-coital And Less Post-rock

Feels Like The Build Up Takes Forever But You Never Get Me Off



You Pull Your Dress Over Your Face

And I Stare Down Towards My Chest

Chastise Both Our Greasy Hair

Wonder Whose Gut Is The Softest

Stand With My Ear To The Door

Listening To The Landing Floorboards

Working Out When We'll Be Safe

To Dash The Mattress To Yr Bathroom

Where I Ball My Fingers Into Fists

Until My Knuckles Glow Bright White

Press The Heels Into Eye-sockets

'til I See The Flashing Lights

Stop Me When My Stories Change

When They Have Started To Repeat

'cause Last Time I Was A Mess Of Sleep, Of Icy Feet



So Baby

All Apologies

It Was Going To Happen Inevitably, Oh



I Think We Need More Post-coital And Less Post-rock

Feels Like The Build Up Takes Forever But You Never Touch My Cock

And What Exactly Do You Mean Now

By "what Can You Even Eat?"

And How Does That Affect How I'll Get Off This Evening?



I Flew Down South To Mexico

Had A Minor Realization

I Understood Why Kids Draw The Sun With Its Rays Emanating

And The Beams Broke The Clouds,

The Sky Were Like A Concertina

I'd Sat On In My Pocket For Weeks

Folded Up From A Picture



I've Been Playing Straight Chicken With Gay Girls

(it's Never Enough)

She Keeps On Pulling The Peace Sign

(and It Seems Like A Taunt)

She Licked A Glaze On Her Lips

They Shone Like Battleship Grey

She Never Liked The Wisdom I Gave:



Some People Give Themselves To Religion

Some People Give Themselves To A Cause

Some People Give Themselves To A Lover

I Have To Give Myself To Goals



So Baby

All Apologies

It Was Going To Happen, Inevitably



And If It Helps

I Mean, Even Slightly At All

It's Best You Dust Yourself Down

And Get Straight Back On The Horse



I Condescend A Smile

And Wink Directly At The Camera

And Leave You Led In Both Our Scents

As I Tiptoe Out The Back Door

I Skid Down Icy Streets

And View My Face In The Reflection

Of A High Street Lingerie Store

Though It Wasn't My Intention



I Phoned My Friends And Family

To Gather Round The Television

The Talking Heads Count Down The Most Heart-wrenching Break-ups Of All Time

Imagine The Great Sense Of Waste

The Indignity, The Embarrassment

When Not A Single One Of That Whole Century

Was Mine