1. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
2. Álvaro Soler - A Contracorriente (ft. David Bisbal)
3. Álvaro Soler - Manila (ft. Ray Dalton)
Arctic Monkeys - Nettles
Előadó: | Arctic Monkeys |
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Album: | Keressük! |
Szövegírók: |
Alex Turner |
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Zeneszerzők: |
Alex Turner Jamie Cook Matt Helders Nick O'Malley |
Kiadó: | Keressük! |
Stílus: | Indie rock, post-punk revival, garage rock revival, punk rock |
Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 522 alkalommal
Dalszöveg
Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
A bare arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas
To follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own rope
And skipped against the rode
Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
Devices man are closed
He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame he was trapped
After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
Just had to tent in the nettles
A bare arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas
To follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own rope
And skipped against the rode
Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
Devices man are closed
He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame he was trapped
After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
Just had to tent in the nettles
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