1. |
So Medieval
|
|
||
2. |
Mr. Bubblegum
04:29
|
|||
Then Oscar said something else you’d thought blue.
I’ll call her your name if you want me to.
And set aside that worldly fling.
Well six years don’t have wings, but babe believe they flew.
And yet it still feels mine.
How could I ever want what was never fine.
But now you won’t believe it’s true but..
A psychedelic kids extra, on Highbury Fields, thought of you.
Joe pinch me, we’re in the hands of Zara’s styling team.
The Macaulays are informing me on what fame really means.
You still occupy everything.
Cos since Weather, It hasn’t gotten any better.
My 12 in Kennington can wait.
We’re on the precipice of something bait.
Well Joe, you know they’ll...
They’ll never be the same as us.
And if you ever hear this just go and think of us.
Four boys died on that Beatles bus.
Freckled, love is now a cold metal.
Since Weather, It hasn’t gotten any better.
My 12 in Kennington can wait
We’re on the precipice of something great.
We bring the bad weather.
And I should’ve let, you crawl under my skin
Lets begin again
For the last time, Christ.
La la la la la..
Could have been anything out of life
It’s only now it stabs late at night.
After 3 months call me just to say:
Give back my favourite jeans.
Take back what he said to me.
Maybe it’s better alone.
Give back my favourite jeans.
Take back what he said to me.
Why do we have to pretend?
Let's begin again, begin again, begin again.
I can handle being the 3rd best guitar band in London
But baby just let me be first at something.
And now you won’t believe it’s true, but...
A psychedelic kids extra...
|
||||
3. |
Darp
|
|
||
4. |
Darp 2 / Exorcism
|
|
||
5. |
I'm Sorry I Left Him To Bleed
|
|
||
6. |
||||
Bend for the fastest thing, the one
And, join in these playful things done
Oh my god, I’m beginning to think we’re gone
I’m three planes down and the bright lights are getting long
The milk of strife, the tears that flood the counter flee
I’m sorry I said you’d died so that they’d let me fly for free
I’m alone again, the nightmare too high for true care, it’s my last big pump for the feels
the overzealous internet throbathon magic appeal.
That finding your friends in the dark zeal
Deaths in demand, face down in the sand
No ones holding your hand, come on
The cities burning down and I can’t make it end
My baby she don’t want anything
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
you got it
Oh no I can’t feel anything
We’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
we’re all in pain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
We’re all in Spain
La Di da…
Kitchen knife
Early night
God give me a little life
These hot streets, I’m cold
Four star halloumi, you’re serving it raw
There is no forever
There is no forever
No there’s no forever
Please, bendy beats me better
Yeah yeah
yeah yeah
|
||||
7. |
Come On Baby, Dig!
02:49
|
|||
The word is, I do it too much
Can somebody please, give me something to suck
Alone on the continent and it’s still looking up
The death behind the shitpost saga of no idea
Aphrodite’s boozy trauma, deaf on the other line and it’s still getting harder
Listen up, it’s a crime I’ll be fine
Dying at twenty five
It’s just the room that we were at the start
The last lived elastic parts
I’m a boy of the arts
The studs guide to unnatural power
From superman to John superman in a couple of hours
Deaf on the other line, now Satan’s my father.
Listen up, call it love it’s a crime
Dying at twenty five
It’s just a room that it was at the start
The last lived elastic parts
We’re all bound for the earth, so come around baby I’m waiting to dig around in the dirt
I should text her
|
||||
8. |
Sunny
|
|
||
9. |
Cloudy
06:20
|
|||
This is the end
Ten out of ten
In exploration of a clucking hen
Tonight was tight
But we aren’t friends
Well I know it’s melodrama
But it’s how I feel and you can tell that to them
“Say hi to me from sobriety”
(She says)
I’m spinning out, unravelling
I’m the boss boy racer
And the audiobook’s Lauda
This could be Rodin to Italy
Just do something with me
We’ve been struggling for miles
Where are my memetic flowers
I’ve got beef with a monkey account
Can I make you proud?
Crying out
Sound the genie alarm
Give it clean, give me crisp, we need calm
Ban the bubblegum champ
I’ve got half a mind to set fire to the bar
I’ve got a big fat house
And I know exactly what I’m gonna do with it
I waited three years to drive
And in a second our ride
Could be engorged from boot to bumper
Spilling too much and just like us
God stopped at the humber
I know if it’s real
I wanna know if it cares anymore
We’ve been spinning for miles
Where are my memetic flowers
I’ve got beef with a monkey account
Can I make you proud?
Stood, crying.out loud
Oh, what a night to be found
And what a night to be
John Superman
And we burn down the motorway
A wild rocket couldn’t stop it
We’re going back to Spain
Yeah, this is a we could be in a film kinda thing
The big screen adaptation that you just won’t ring
And I hear you’re gonna quit for the band
But you can’t hold it together without it holding your hand
But please for me don’t cry
I made it all the way to the microphone didn’t I?
I’ve done it now
Until I get it right
Until I get it right
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song
To drive to
Write a song
Write a song
Write a song…
|
||||
10. |
Goodnight Bobby
|
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Blue Bendy, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp