Los Campesinos! // Glue Me (2023 Remaster) (Official Audio)

NO BLUES (2023 Remaster) digital is out now, vinyl out 8th December. Listen & pre-order: lnk.to/NB10
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the song is a classic, but this music video is perfect, its so representative

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i feel like I see myself in those sausages

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​@@meemeli5842i see you in them too

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LYRICS:
The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak
'til lightning breached their bellies. Caesarean section washes pigment from every street
And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete
Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem
I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in
Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin
People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley
I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing it in second class
I heard that it hurts, and I said
Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time
A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime
I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you
And leave with all the dignity of missed Panenka penalty
I heard that it hurts, and I said
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
She smiled at a joke, but I said
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote
We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes
Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made
Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade
But I heard that it hurts, and I said
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
She smiled at a joke, but I said
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak
And you hear them singing (in every room, from nursery to tomb):
"Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song
Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song"

[@EliSnowflake0_0]

LYRICSSS...
The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak
’til lightning breached their bellies. Caesarean section washes pigment from every street
It’s high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete
Seems there’s no place in this town for something as pure as you seem
I’m diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in
Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist in a shark-infested bin
People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley
I’m totting up my worth in stamps, but doing so in second class
Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time
A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime
I requested a room with a view in the middle of a war between me and you
And leave with all the dignity of a missed Panenka penalty
I heard that it hurts, and I said
I’ll be gloomy ’til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
She smiled at a joke, but I said
I’ll be gloomy ’til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
’til the rats and worms are all interned at least five feet above we
Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote
We’re blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes
Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made
Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade
The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak
And you hear them singing (in every room, from nursery to tomb):
“ex-boyfriend give us a song”.

[@oretan2126]

this was my ex's favorite los camp song, i still miss her a lot, shame she wont ever feel the same way

[@microwaveutensils6502]

los campesinos more like los pegamentos

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pink sauce

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Sausage