Art Brut Album

[No lyrics]

Formed a band
We formed a band
Look at us
We formed a band
(x4)
Honey pie, I don't know when it started
Just stop buying your albums from the supermarkets
They only sell things that have charted
And Art Brut?
Well we've only just started

And yes, this is my singing voice
It's not irony
And it's not rock and roll
I'm just talking
To the kids

Formed a band
We formed a band
Look at us
We formed a band
(x4)

I want to be the boy
The man
Who writes the song
That makes Israel and Palestine
Get along

I'm gonna write a song
As universal as Happy Birthday
That's gonna make sure
That everybody knows
That everything's gonna be ok
I'm gonna take that song
And we're gonna play it
Eight weeks in a row on Top of the Pops

Formed a band
We formed a band
Look at us
We formed a band
(x4)

Dye your hair black
Never look back
My past is my business

My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
There's a noise in his head, and he's out of control
And yes it frustrates
Let's let him make his own mistakes
See him on the dance floor go now
Boy those moves I just don't know how

My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
He's only 22 and he's out of control

How's he living?
With all of that unforgiving
See him on the dance floor go now
Boy those moves I just don't know how

My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
He's only 22 and he's out of control

He no longer listens to A-sides
He made me a tape of bootlegs and B-sides
And every song on that tape, every single song says
I want our parents to worry about us
All we ever want is our parents to worry about us
It's what anybody really wants

My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
My little brother just discovered Rock & Roll
Stay off the Crack!

I was your boyfriend when we were 15
It's the happiest that I've ever been
Even though we didn't understand
How to do much more than just hold hands
There's so much about you I miss
The clumsy way we used to kiss
I wish I convinced you, you've made a mistake
If memory serves, we're still on a break
Other girls went and other girls came
I can't get over my old flame
I'm still in love with Emily Kane

Every girl that I've seen since
Looks just like you when I squint
I know you said it's for the best
I still don't understand why you left
So much about you I miss
Everytime I see a couple kiss
I hope this song finds you fame
I want schoolkids on buses singing your name

Other girls went and other girls came
I can't get over my old flame
I'm still in love with Emily Kane

I don't even know where she lives
I've not seen her in 10 years...
9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds

Other girls went and other girls came
I can't get over my old flame
All my friends think I'm insane
I'm still in love with Emily Kane

There's a beast in my soul that can't be tamed
I'm still in love with Emily Kane
I thought I'd never love again
I'm still in love with Emily Kane

The torch that I hold, is always a-flame
I'm still in love with Emily Kane
I hope this song finds you fame
I want schoolkids on buses singing your name

All my friends think I'm insane
I'm still in love with Emily Kane
Emily Kane, Emily Kane, Emily Kane!

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I doesn't mean that I don't love you
One more try with me above you
It's got nothing to do with anything I had to drink
It's more to do with the way I think

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Don't tell your friends!
Don't tell your friends!
I promise, it won't
Ever happen again

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's frustrating for you
Well, it's frustrating for me
You're lying there
And you're beautiful
You're beautiful
And of course I want to
Why wouldn't I

I doesn't mean I don't love you
One more try with me above you

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's got nothing to do with anything I've had to drink
It's something wrong with the way I think

I know I can, I know I can
I'm fine when I am with my own hands

Never used my rusted gun of Milan

Modern art
Makes me
Want to rock out
(x4)
So I'm in the Tate
And I'm looking at Hockney
And oh sweet Jesus
There's something about that blue
It touches me deep inside
Amazes me when I step outside
I'm sweating
I'm sweating
I'm beginning to palpitate
I can't help myself
I just can't help myself

Modern art
Makes me
Want to rock out
(x4)

So I'm in the Pompidou
In Paris
And they're more laid back about their art galleries
There's little children running around
I see a piece on Matisse
Take three steps back
Take a long run up
And I jump at it!

Modern art
Makes me
Want to rock out
(x4)

First time I saw her
I wanted to do more than just hold her
I wanted to bend her and fold her
So I lent over and I told her
Got myself a brand new girlfriend
Got myself a brand new girlfriend
Phones ringing all weekend
Got myself a brand new girlfriend

We want to be lapsed catholics
We've got the contraception
But we haven't got the knack yet

Got myself a brand new girlfriend
Got myself a brand new girlfriend
So many messages to send
Got myself a brand new girlfriend

So we went to the cinema
We came home from the cinema
We went through the front door
Up the stairs
Through her bedroom door
Onto the bedroom floor
I've seen her naked twice!
I've seen her naked twice!

Brand new girlfriend
Brand new girlfriend
Brand new girlfriend

Got myself a brand new girlfriend
So many messages to send
Phones ringing all weekend
Got myself a brand new girlfriend

Got myself a brand new girlfriend
And I think that I love her

Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
I can't stand the sound of the Velvet Underground
(White Light! White Heat!)
I can't stand that sound the second time around
Met the sweetest girl
Sold me a pill
Tasted like shit
And it made me feel ill
Watch my body
Twist and jerk
I just wanna find a drug that works

Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
I can't stand the sound of the Velvet Underground
(White Light! White Heat!)
I can't stand that sound the second time around

I don't want a girl that's with the band
I just want a girl that's gonna hold my hand
No more songs about sex, drugs and rock and roll
It's boring!

Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
Bang, bang, rock and roll
I can't stand the sound of the Velvet Underground
(White Light! White Heat!)
I can't stand that sound the second time around

Once is enough!
Once is enough!
Once is enough!
Once is enough!

Storm brewing for a long time
Don't think that I can't read the danger signs
What's the matter? nothing!
What's the matter? nothing!
Some people like things left unspoken
I prefer to have it out in the open
Some people like things left unspoken
I don't care if you shout it
Get it out in the open!
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, come on, come on

The nights ending, we've both had a fair few
I'm being stopped getting anywhere near you
Whispering, doing my head in
Yeah, there's friends between us, but I'm not listening

I've overheard of a coupla clenched fists
A few more drinks and it comes to the surface
What's the matter? nothing!
What's the matter? nothing!

Some people like things left unspoken
I prefer to have it out in the open
Some people like things left unspoken
I don't care if you shout it
Get it out in the open!
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight tonight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Fight, fight, fight, fight...

What's that?
I'll have him
Slaughter him
What? He's a bit bigger
He's a bit bigger, but
He's drunker isn't he?
When he's not looking
Honestly let's keep it outside
I'm not, I'm not joking

Some people like things left unspoken
I prefer to have it out in the open
Some people like things left unspoken
I don't care if you shout it
Get it out in the open!
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, let's have a fight
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Fight!

There's not much glam about the English weather
There's nothing left keeping us together
Sunshine on a rainy day
Makes me want to move away
I think I've got it sorted
I'm going to get myself deported
I'm considering a move to LA
(He's considering a move to LA)
(x3)

Hang around with Axl Rose
Buy myself some brand new clothes
Everything is gonna be just fine
I hear the murder rate is in decline
Get me a southern accent
Maybe grab a piece of action

I'm considering a move to LA
(He's considering a move to LA)
(x3)

When I get off the plane
The first thing I'm gonna do is
Strip naked to the waist
And ride my Harley Davidson
Up and down Sunset street
I may even get a tattoo
My problems are never gonna find me
I'm not sending one letter
or even a postcard back
I'm drinking Henessey
With Morrissey
On a beach
Out of reach
Somewhere very far away

I'm considering a move to LA
(He's considering a move to LA)
(x3)

Haven't read the NME in so long
Don't know what genre we belong
Haven't read the NME in so long
Don't know what genre we belong
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me

It's tough at the top
The fashionista
Text in Topshop
Text in Topshop
Sometimes it's hard to stop
When your heart is set on Top of the Pops
Top of the Pops

Haven't read the NME in so long
Don't know what genre we belong
Haven't read the NME in so long
Don't know what genre we belong

Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me

It's tough at the top
The fashionista
Text in Topshop
Text in Topshop
Sometimes it's hard to stop
When your heart is set on Top of the Pops
Top of the Pops

I saved up so much money to spend
All I can afford is a bad weekend
And there's no reason for staying in
There's nothing on the television

Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me
Popular culture no longer applies to me

I thought my resolve
Was too hard to be broken
It's easy to pretend
That you were just joking
There's no need to see plans
Through to fruition
Especially if
You've guessed the conclusion

Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
A right to advise, advice I you're wise
There's no shame in giving in

I'm delighted to have found
If it's too heavy, you can...
Just put it down
The bravest decision you ever make
Is admitting that
You've made a mistake

Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
A right to advise, advice I you're wise
There's no shame in giving in

Stand down, stand down
Stand down, stand down

It's not a lack of determination
It's more heroic resignation

Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
Some of us want to go back to our families
Stand down with Enrico Gatti
I've no right to advise, advice for the wise
There's no shame in giving up

18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
Yeah, we've got guns, but they're antiques
They're rusted and they're broken
The Red Brigade made us give our bomb back
But we're going to do this bank job
And we're gonna do our very best

18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira

Enrique's got a head cold again
It's not his fault
He's a brave and valiant leader
He couldn't even get bus passes this time
Just scooters, very fast scooters

18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira
18,000 Lira

Sounds like a lot of money

Kevin came home from school today
With a... chipped tooth and blood on his shirt
Kevin came home from school today
With a... fat lip and a mouthful of dirt
Girls dont like him
Boys wanna fight him
Oh! No!
Boys dont like him
Girls wanna fight him
Oh! No!

Change your name
It's a cliche
What a shame
It's a cliche

Now he's so cool
Wears his soul on the outside
Now he's so cool
Wears his soul on the outside

Upside down
Left to right
Keeps it up all night

Last week she attempted suicide
Sixteen times, apparently she nearly died
On the phone her mother cried
And he just shrugged and sighed

Girls dont like him
Boys wanna fight him
Oh! No!
Boys dont like him
Girls wanna fight him
Oh! No!

Change your name
It's a cliche
What a shame
It's a cliche

Now he's so cool
Wears his soul on the outside
Now he's so cool
Wears his soul on the outside

Upside down
Left to right
Keeps it up all night

We just kissed and that's about it
I fell asleep, she had to do without it
That's the way it sometimes goes
Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes

Whilst you were asleep
Me, pins and needles
You were asleep
Me, other people

Rubbing ourselves together
We were bound to lose that feeling
Rubbing ourselves together
Staring at the ceiling

I wonder if she suspects
Who sent me that last text
Or that I'm speaking loudly
Waiting for my phone to stop vibrating

Whilst you were asleep
Me, pins and needles
I was asleep
With other people

Rubbing ourselves together
We were bound to lose our feeling
I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating

Rubbing ourselves together
We were bound to lose our feeling
I still can't believe how fast our hearts were beating

Here's the truth,
We just kissed and that's about it
I fell asleep, she had to do without it
That's the way it sometimes goes
Under the covers but in yesterday's clothes
It was sleep that stopped me cheating, not the way you got my heart beating

Rubbing ourselves together
We were bound to lose our feeling
I still can't believe how fast my heart were beating

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I've lost that loving feeling,
We've lost that loving feeling,
Gone

Sitting in my bedroom with my keyboard guitar
Writing pretty songs about ... in the stars (?)
I don't like to stay in, I'm easily bored
I go and tell the new boys in the maternity ward
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
(Go home and tell your parents)

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
(I hope!)

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Right now it's hard, and we're emotional
But it's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
I promise!

Lying on the dining room floor
Being warmed through the patio door
Just waiting, waiting for my dad

I found a note last night
From my brother down the back of the cupboard
Just saying "Dear God please, make him turn up"
And eventually he does
And we perhaps go to the cinema
Or visit our grandparents
But we're almost always home by six o'clock

And the strangest thing of all
The thing that felt the most wrong
Is that, in their separate cars,
They were both still playing the same song

Last night I heard you screaming
Loud voices beyond the wall
Another sleepness night for me
It does no good to call the police
Always come home if they come at all

Letters of consent under the bed in a heart shaped box
Cinema tickets mixed in with dirty socks
Half written postcards to, I can't remember who

I've so many things left over
I don't know where they should go
It's not a mess,
It's personal
Like the home altars of Mexico

It's hard just opening my bedroom door
All my memories, spread out across the floor
A napkin from that meal we shared the other night
Lollypop sticks and Lego bricks
A broken 7 inch, I'll never play
Travel cards from a sunny day
Why can't I throw these things away?

I've so many things left over
I don't know where they should go
It's not a mess,
It's personal
Like the home altars of Mexico