Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)
The 1975"Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)" é uma música de The 1975, 2025, Pop. A música tem 3:49 de duração, 42 lines / 271 words.
Letra
0:00She was part of the air force
0:02I was part of the band
0:03I always used to burst into her hand
0:07In my my my imagination
0:14I was living my best life
0:15I was living with my parents
0:17Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
0:21And my my my cancellations
0:40And I fell in love with a boy
0:42It was kinda lame
0:44I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
0:48In my my my imagination
0:53And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges
0:57I was coming off the hinges
0:59Living on the fringes of
1:01My my my imagination
1:09Enough about me now
1:12You gotta talk about the people baby
1:17At home somewhere I don't like
1:21Eating stuff off of motorbikes
1:24Coming to her lookalikes
1:31I can't get the language right
1:34Just tell me what's unladylike
1:44I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas"
1:48Sitting east on their communista keisters
1:52And writing about their ejaculations
1:58I like my men like I like my coffee
2:00Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while
2:05Staining the pages of the nation
2:13Xanax and a Newport
2:16"I take care of my kids" she said
2:22The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet
2:28It's like someone intended it
2:32Like advertising cigarettes
2:35A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get
3:28Am I ironically woke?
3:30The butt of my joke?
3:31Or am I just some post-coke average skinny bloke
3:36Calling his ego imagination?
3:42I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days
3:46And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe
3:49It's kind of my daily iteration
She was part of the air force I was part of the band I always used to burst into her hand In my my my imagination I was living my best life I was living with my parents Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants And my my my cancellations And I fell in love with a boy It was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my my my imagination And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges I was coming off the hinges Living on the fringes of My my my imagination Enough about me now You gotta talk about the people baby At home somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Coming to her lookalikes I can't get the language right Just tell me what's unladylike I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas" Sitting east on their communista keisters And writing about their ejaculations I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while Staining the pages of the nation Xanax and a Newport "I take care of my kids" she said The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it Like advertising cigarettes A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke average skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination? I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe It's kind of my daily iteration
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