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Tokyo Police Club Album


Elephant Shell (04/22/2008)
04/22/2008
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Friends of P (UK bonus track)
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New New Song (UK bonus track)
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This is skin
You can wrap all of your arms and legs in
An address that you know
An envelope unfolds

I'm writing to catch up
We were small when we last met
But the letters are unread
She's heard it on cassette

Taught to read
And write at such an early age
Passenger still
She's got books on tape

I'm running to catch up to the old VW
They're leaning out the back
You've never heard of fiction
You've never heard of fact

Way back when
We met cause my parents
Knew your parents
Steady hands, easy friends

All these designs
Parading on the rooftops
All this time, little kids
Intrepids

I'm running out of space
So let me sum this up for you
I'm only wishing well
Though you won't believe me
This coming Thursday evening
Is our centennial


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i threw darts at a spinning globe,
swapping our passport photos
i walk west to the setting sun
every single step, i grow
another second young

all my hair grows in
wrinkles leave my skin
but still don't fade, i'll be back again
when the tide is in someday

i don't know who else to ask
sitting in the dark, fulling [??] an empty glass
stained my teeth with more red wine
i'm a romantic,
but never pearly white

all my hair grows in
wrinkles leave my skin
but still don't fade, i'll be back again
when the tide is in someday

elephant shell,
you're my cave, and i've been hiding out
will you tell me a little bit about
a bit about yourself?

elephant shell,
you're my cave, and i've been hiding out
will you tell me a little bit about
a bit about yourself?


. . .



Pack your ashes pack a watch
Change of clothes and a face cloth
Meet me where your mother lies
We'll dig graves on both her sides
And lay ourselves inside
A thousand suns will set and then rise

A hair tangled up in hers
Fingernails beneath the dirt
Sharing all her black and greys
And blood running through her veins
And even as we came
Our bodies are one and the same


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I got a place in the Arctic Circle
I've got a place that I painted white
I've got a home in the salty ocean
So right, so right

All of the lions in your bedroom
All of the tigers we ignored
Pulling the wool down over your eyes
Yes sir, yes sir

You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
Cause your head's always right

You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
Cause your head's always right

I'm gonna go back for the science
I'm gonna stay for the decimals
No one will laugh or know the difference
Same old, same old

Fine, you were right
This wound need ice
Fine, you were right
This wound need ice

You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
Cause your head's always right

You and your soapy eyes
Called it off so late at night
But your hand's on your heart
Cause your head's always right

Juno, you're tired
Juno, you're tired


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All the boys who called their mothers on that day
We know, tough bunch, but they had the nerves, to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned
With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
They packed their bags only moments to late
With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates

'Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call a dancer
Trading places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight

And all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence
Where holding out for prosperity in self defense
We beat them down again
There's no fun playing cowboys for pretend
We showed them what the backs of our hands are for
The devide is clear in the coming year the rich will take the poor

'Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call a dancer
Trading places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight


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Classics in the modern age
Sixties remake
Everything you've got in spades
Your collarbone, shoulder blades

(Hey!)
Bat your lips
Shut your eyes
(Hey!)
Swing those chains
And start a fight
Cause you've got nerve
But we've got tapped
Going back in the city hurt

Taking to the streets at night
Home alone, tucked in tight
Everything you've got in spades
Your sixties remake

(Hey!)
Bat your lips
Shut your eyes
(Hey!)
Swing those chains
And start a fight
Cause you've got nerve
But we've got tapped
Going back in the city hurt

It's how I was
It's how I tried
I was sixteen for the night

It's how I was
It's how I tried
I was sixteen for the night

Cause you've got nerve
But we've got tapped
Going back in the city, hurt

Cause you've got nerve
But we've got tapped
Going back in the city, hurt


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The harrowing adventures of...
You and I when we were captains of
Submarines made of steel

Discovering the seven seas
Fending off the giants of the deep
Pendants from hanging teeth

Your ghost did you wrong
When he wiped your spit on the tablecloth
I am here to fight
And light your blood in the dim moonlight
Two wrongs making right

The harrowing adventures of...
You and I before our eyes lay on
Shadows cast in the night

Led me to your old home
Set the tables for two alone
Pass the salt, pour the wine
Cause I'm alright if you're alright


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I would have gone back home
I would have gone back home
It's bad enough you're here
And it's worse that you came alone

Paper walls and folders you'd expect
The house that built a home for architects

Now that you're all grown up
I know a shortcut back
Welcome to your new home
Welcome to the Nursery
We keep keys on strings
Doorknobs out of reach
Come a little closer
Forget the Academy

Paper walls and folders you'd expect
The house that built a home for architects

Because the word on the street is
That you've got a weakness
Paper walls and folders you'd expect

I would have gone back home
I would have gone back home
It's bad enough you're here
And it's worse that you came alone

Because the word on the street is
That you've got a weakness
Paper walls and folders you'd expect

I would have gone back home
I would have gone back home
(Paper walls and folders (full as?) you'd expect
The house that built home for architects


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Oh, give us your vote
Give us your vote
If you know what's good for you

Oh, give us your vote
Give us your vote
If you know what's good for you

These are the lines
That we straighten every year
And it's the second time
They mapped the constillations

And they sift for you by night
In the depth ...
Still trying to find stripes
Injustice is my middle name

''cause you dont need to change
Your future is with us
You dont need to change
Your future is with us

You look a wreck
Left your key inside the door
And my ripple chest
Across this black and white chess board

Your English is good
We can see it in your bones
In this neighbourhood
We 'aint driving you home

''cause you dont need to change
Your future is with us
You dont need to change
Your future is with us

Oh, give us your vote
Give us your vote

Your English is good
Your English is good


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You've been famous since your birth
And a silent one it was,
Til they told me it was a girl
And everybody guessed

I know how to raise you right
Teach you how to read
And your maths (?) and alphabet
And how to be polite

You've been famous since your birth
And a silent one it was,
Til they told me it was a girl
And everybody said

You and your atlas know it all
Let the corners curl
Cause if you go by night
You'll hit the coast for sure

It's a ruse, it's a laugh
Ask books, they'd agree
Listen to the math
(?), with the scene
Rekindle your heart
These hospital machines
Are state of the art

I've put down my middle name
In the back of her book
And signed it just in case
Our walk was over love

Cause I've got one more up my sleeve
Bring it out tonight
Cause if I am the joke
Then you're the punchline

It's a ruse, it's a laugh
Ask books, they'd agree
Listen to the math
(?), with the scene
Rekindle your heart
These hospital machines
Are state of the art

But it's the art of the state
That's gonna keep me awake
I need a second opinion
Not a second to waste


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A toast to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep

A chill touches the base of your neck
Who'd call by at this hour?
Who's standing at my step?

Alright, we tried to help
Alright, we tried to help
So pull back the covers tonight

I believe, and correct me if I'm wrong
That end was meant for you
Since before you were born

So here's to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep

Alright, we tried to help
Alright, we tried to help
A shit sigh, you've got no act
Loosen up those muscles
Straighten up that back

Alright, we tried to help
Alright, we tried to help
So pull back the covers tonight

A toast to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep

A toast to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep


. . .

Friends of P

[No lyrics]

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You wrap me in your spider silk
And gave me hope for the worst disease
'Cause while your standing by my side
You break my bones and drain my arteries

Both your ventricles start beating,
Pressure builds
Mark a groove in your heart
Gaping empty holes
But no-one knows

Collect my blood as it pools on the floor
Keep it in bottles on the higher shelf
So when you want to be with me once more
I'll reassemble from my cells

Both your ventricles start beating,
Pressure builds
Mark a groove in your heart
Gaping empty holes
But no-one knows

When atriums beat & ventricles meet (x3)

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