[Verse 1: Gus Unger-Hamilton] There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning
[Verse 2: Joe Newman] Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field Can't surround so you lean on, lean on So much your heart's become fond of this
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton] Oh, these three worn words Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language
[Verse 3: Joe Newman] Well, that smell of sex Good like burning wood The wayward lad laid clean To two busty girls from Hornsea Who left a note in black ink
[Bridge: Ellie Rowsell] Girls from above say "Hi" (hi) The road erodes at five feet per year Around England's east coastline Was this your first time? Love is just a button we press Last night by the campfire
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell] Oh, these three worn words Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language
Comentarios
Qué preciosa
La historia muy interesante. El featuring femenino
La producción muy Nicolas Jaar, simplemente efectiva. No me pegan del todo los gritos.
[Verse 1: Gus Unger-Hamilton]
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning
[Verse 2: Joe Newman]
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
So much your heart's become fond of this
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton]
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
[Verse 3: Joe Newman]
Well, that smell of sex
Good like burning wood
The wayward lad laid clean
To two busty girls from Hornsea
Who left a note in black ink
[Bridge: Ellie Rowsell]
Girls from above say "Hi" (hi)
The road erodes at five feet per year
Around England's east coastline
Was this your first time?
Love is just a button we press
Last night by the campfire
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell]
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
Fuente
Eso sí, la portada del disco me parece lo más.
Qué me gusta una trompeta
No entiendo la letra..... ¿se vienen de ingenieros 1nf0rmát1c0s?
0:21 ¿Qué efecto vocal es ese?
Es como si alt-J, el último Bowie, Anna Meredith y los Animal Collective de 2009 hubieran colaborado.
Un poco insulsa como canción, pero dice cosas interesantes del álbum. Ganas.
Los lalalalala del final bien podrían ser de Joe Crepúsculo
Ah pues a mi si que me ha gustado. Muy facilona pero tiene su punto.
Qué ganas de verlos en el Mad.
Me gusta mucho
La canción no está mal, pero les veo repitiendo cosas de discos anteriores.