Hot Chip lyric

In The Privacy Of Our Love

July 11, 2008 at 7:27 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged Except, love again, Our Love, Privacy

In the privacy of our love
There is nothing outside our love
In the privacy of our love
We’re in each other as hand in glove

In the privacy of our love
There is nothing outside above
If there’s nothing outside above
We’re in the privacy of our love

I’ve never seen your love again
I’ll never be your love for sure
I’ve never seen your love again
I’ll never be your love for sure

I’ve never seen your love again
I’ll never be your love for sure
Except for that day, except for that day
Except for that day, except for that day

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Whistle For Will

July 11, 2008 at 7:16 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged Blake, Him, Him and Taylor, Nelson, Taylor, Whistle

Whistle for Will, dear
Nelson and Blake knew
Him and Taylor, dear to me

What’s in a name I hold
Closed since the willow fall
All with a Will I’m told is me

Whistle for Will, dear
All the men Blake knew
Him and Taylor, dear to me

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Don’t Dance

July 11, 2008 at 7:14 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged Dance, Don't, Don't Dance, freedom, I believe, night, Papa's, speak

Here comes the evil man
Pray for their lives, you’ll end
Smashing [Incomprehensible] he throws
[Incomprehensible]

Like I’m losing with my wings in orbit
Try my best to make the moment awesome
If you remember not to tread with caution
I’ll make your body speak in full distortion

I can’t sleep at night, I fear death’s warning
I keep afloat by holding tide so cautious
Somebody dragged me here, I’m trapped with wild horses
And now I’m losing and my heart is nauseous

Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
You can’t win

Where there’s freedom, there’s freedom, is this freedom?
(Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance)
Where there’s freedom, there’s freedom, is this freedom?
(Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance)

Where there’s freedom, there’s freedom, is this freedom?
(Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance)
Where there’s freedom, there’s freedom, is this freedom?

Papa’s left, papa’s left, papa’s gone away from here
What is left in it’s place? Only our aching feet
You can see, you can see, is there an exit here?
I believe, I believe we’re gonna leave this [Incomprehensible]

Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
Don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance, don’t dance
You can’t dance

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Wrestlers

July 11, 2008 at 7:10 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged are off, gloves, headlock, Hot Chip, Monday, never stop, suplex, versus me, Wrestlers

It’s me versus you alone
It’s me versus you alone
It’s me versus you alone
It’s me versus you alone
It’s me versus you alone

We’ll tag team, double up
Hit you in the sweet spot
And make you wish you’d coughed up

The gloves are off
The gloves are off
It’s me, [Incomprehensible] messing round
Taking us a man down

While you’ve got us on the ropes
We’ve planned to play the mess around
He’s technically trained
You’ve got him buckled up and he will misbehave

You weigh bigger than a train
But I’ve got the power and the glory
In my dirty brains

The gloves are off
The gloves are off
So why’d you go and have to fight dirty?
Don’t fight dirty, don’t hit me with the chair

The gloves are off
So why’d you go and have to fight dirty?
Don’t fight dirty, don’t bite me in the face
The gloves are off

Now what you gonna do when I come for you
With all that I’ve got?
I’ve got a roll of coins, I’m aiming for your loins
And I will never stop

I learned all I know from watching the wrestling
I think you think I’m about to throw the towel in

Here comes Floor Jack
Watch your back, watch your back
He’ll charm you with a double-axe
And then he brings the tie attacks
He’s not dressed for a cage
He’s robed in garments strictly for another age

Here we come, drop kick
Half nelson, full nelson
Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson

Body slam, suplex, headlock, summer-slam, elbow drop
Jelly-flop, cage match, grudge match, snamsno, snamsniey
Alfieley, alscgoboi, nelsonmas allday, skeluas

It’s me versus me, versus me, versus me
Versus me, versus me, versus me, versus me, versus me
I learned all I know from watching the wrestling
I think you think I’m about to throw the towel in
Everyone knows Monday night means wrestling

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Hold On

July 11, 2008 at 7:07 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged hey, Hold, Hold On, man, move, only, outside, pen, Sir, wait

My only weapon was my pen
But I traded it for my hand
Not a smart move, but my move
Does this say I’m a man?

My only lesson was in my brains
But I traded them for my hand
Not a smart move, a repeat move
Does this put pay to our plan?

Hey, hey
You’ll never get to heaven if you don’t give back
So give back a little twist
If you wanna a lend a hand
Wait, wait
Don’t leave before I’m finished
If you do then that’s rude
You may learn a little bit about those things you do

I’m only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I’m only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on
Hold on, hold on

Sir, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside
Sir, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside

My only weapon was my pen
But I traded it for my hand
Not a smart move, but my move
Does this say I’m a man?

My only lesson was in my brains
But I traded them for my hand
Not a smart move, a repeat move
Does this put pay to our plan?

Hey, hey,
You’ll never get to heaven if you don’t give back
So give back a little twist
If you wanna a lend a hand,
Wait, wait
Don’t leave before I’m finished
If you do then that’s rude
You may learn a little bit about those things you do

I’m only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I’m only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on
Hold on, hold on

Sir, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Sir, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Girl, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Girl, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Girl, I’ve a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside

I’m only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I’m only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel

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One Pure Thought

July 11, 2008 at 7:03 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged I won't, Made, my way, One, One Pure Thought, pure, remember, Thought, What is it

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
(There is no other way out)
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on your way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
(There is no other way out)
I won’t be on my way
There’s nothing more to say

So far, as you’ve seen
We’ve been the (?) team
To bear arms since Arnold Rogers was (?)
And although the Macarena has entirely been
I believe you will appreciate the rest of this dream

I got some lost damn feeling
Like I’m feeling in threat
I was the child in the forest
With the bones and the bread
I was a train at the point
Where the rail-road ends
Trying to roll across sound
On your steam in my hands

It was a trip that wouldn’t wanna take again
It is a trip that I thought would never end
It was a trip that wouldn’t wanna take again
It is a trip that I thought would never end

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my feeling so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on your way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on my way
There is nothing more to say

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Made In The Dark

July 11, 2008 at 7:00 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged Longing, stole, We, We were, were

Since we fell apart I’ve been nothing but blue
Longing for a nighttime to bring back my youth
Every night in motion together apart
Apart from the moments so dear to my heart

We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark

Since I stole this song we have made a new start
My premonition hits hard as our start is apart
Every night the motion must be fixed by glue
But babe be careful what’s fixed as one breaks in two

We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark
We were made in the dark

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Touch Too Much

July 11, 2008 at 6:58 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged ask me, falls, I knew, I said, Much, shaking love, Touch, Touch Too Much

When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again
When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again

I lift my head and it falls again
I take a step and I fall, I never asked for much
Watch my hand in a shaking love
And it is always thus I never asked for much

When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again
When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again

If I said enough’s enough you’d know
I’d call on your brother, he would show
It’d be on his face, I would not stare
But beyond our best attempts we’d care

It was a really long time ago
When you were a friend of mine
And I would really like you to know
It would help to ease my mind

I would hold you up again if you ask me
I would hold you up again if you ask me
I would hold you up again if you ask me
I would hold you up again if you ask me

When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again
When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again

When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again
When you said, “It’s a touch too much”, I knew, I knew
That I’d be walking home again

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We’re Looking For A Lot Of Love

July 11, 2008 at 6:54 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged For me, Lot Of Love, Nobody, oh, oh oh, Oh oh oh, sound, Underneath, You see

This town’s been raining for too long
For me to find my way to you
You see me everywhere
I see you in my boots
And in my hair and in my pair
For you is such that we could
Never find the lover way to be

Every time that we walk the streets
I try my best to keep up with the beat
You’re everything that I never could keep
I hear the sound and it starts to repeat

Oh, oh oh

It’s there in everywhere that we could meet
And even when we’re out of sorts

We carry you, I always talk so
Just a sport to move toward

Every time that we walk the streets
I try my best to keep up with the beat
You’re everything that I never could keep
I hear the sound and it starts to repeat

Oh, oh oh

Underneath a burning tree
That is where she brought me
That is where she bound me
Nobody found me

Underneath a burning tree
That is where she brought me
That is where she bound me
Nobody found me

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Bendable Poseable

July 11, 2008 at 6:48 am · Filed under Made In The Dark ·Tagged Bendable, Bendable Poseable, I look, I wanna, I wanna new, My hands, poseable, There, tick, Your weapon

Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable

There are holes in what we do
There is a hole between me and you
There is an error within our phrase
Then it takes and not erased

Watch what you say
I will not bending every way
My back bone is grey stone
My soft fold, my yellow clay

Watch what you say
As time ticks away
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Bend away

I look, I look, I look, I look
I look, I look, I look, I look
I look, I look, I look, I look
I look, I look, I look, I look

There’s the rubber
The square rubber ring
If you are new,
Then dance your way in
It’s time to leave

Your weapon behind
Broken weapons are all we find

My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
They don’t make magic mule everyday
They don’t make magic mule everyday

I wanna new slide up and down
I wanna new slide up and down
You’re gonna see my, see my thought
See my brilliant thought
‘Til my jeans don’t work no more
My jeans don’t work no more

I wanna new slide up and down
I wanna new slide up and down
You’re gonna see my, see my thought
See my brilliant thought
‘Til my jeans don’t work no more
My jeans don’t work no more
They’re all on the floor
All on the floor

Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable

Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseabl

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