11 september 2009

Lied van de week : week 37 - 2009

Crying lightning - Arctic Monkeys


Er is iets met de manier van zingen van Alex Turner van Arctic Monkeys, dat mij op de een of andere manier steeds langzaam besluipt en mij dan haast verslaafd maakt aan hun nummers. Ik had dat ook, trouwens, met The Last Shadow Puppets (vooral My mistakes were made for you). De nieuwe single, Crying lightning, is misschien niet van hetzelfde kaliber als I bet you look good on the dancefloor, When the sun goes down of Brianstorm, maar verslingerd ben ik er intussen wel al aan...

Je vindt het nummer op het nieuwe album Humbug dat je hier kan kopen, en ik geef het alvast ook mee als mp3-tje...

Crying lightning - Arctic Monkeys (mp3)

Lyrics :

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said you're mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

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