Laten we even genieten van AM

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Genieten, ja. – Néé niet op die manier. / bron

Jaja Katie, je vindt Arctic Monkeys leuk en jaaaaa ze hebben een nieuw album. We weten  het. En ja, we hebben ook gemerkt dat ze functioneren als je muze en dat je een crush hebt op Alex Turner. Niks nieuws.
MAAR. Heb ik jullie al eens laten genieten van de lyrics  van AM? Zo, los, vers van de pers en zo? Nee, dat dacht ik ook. Dus pak er een kop thee bij en doe klikkerdieklik voor een selectie van de mooiste, liefste en slimste stukjes tekst uit AM. 

Do I Wanna Know?

There’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee

I’m sorry to interrupt
It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp
Of trying to kiss you

R U Mine?

She’s a silver lining climbing on my desire

Arabella

And when she needs to shelter from reality
She takes a dip in my daydreams

My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting on the passenger side
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella

Tot zover m’n ovaries / bron

It’s an exploration, she’s made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place

No. 1 Party Anthem

So you’re on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not
Leather jacket, collar popped like antennae
Never knowing when to stop
Sunglasses indoors, par for the course
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
Cages and poles

Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again
She’s having a sly indoor smoke
And she calls the folks who run this her oldest friends
Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes
As all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach
And it seems as though those lumps in your throat
That you just swallowed have got you going

She’s a certified mind blower, knowing full well that I don’t
May suggest there’s somewhere from which you might know her
Just to get the ball to roll
Drunken monologues, confused because
It’s not like I’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good
And you look like you could

Firdeside

There’s all these secrets that I can’t keep
Like in my heart there’s that hotel suite
And you lived there so long
It’s kind of strange now you’re gone

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

The mirror’s image, tells me it’s home time
But I’m not finished, cause you’re not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving, carrying your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreaming, of bumping into you

Knee Socks

You were a stranger in my phonebook I was acting like I knew
‘Cause I had nothing to lose

I Wanna Be Yours*

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours

*Stiekem komt dit uit I Wanna Be Yours van  John Cooper Clarke

Dus. Snappen jullie nu waarom ik zo’n ontzettend obsessieve fangirl ben? En my God, dit is nog lang niet alles.

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