HUMBUG LYRICS THREAD

[slickeagle]

Coax me out my low

Weird. Not a fan.

[vasko]

Hey,

as for some songs I found quite a lot differences to the lyrics printed on the booklet, I'm posting all the songs, as printed on the booklet. These are, however, not necessarily more accurate to what Alex and the rest are actually singing...

My Propeller

If you can summon the strength tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It is a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out my, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller


Crying Lightning

Outside in the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick.
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix.

You said "You're mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace.
Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
it's all you had left and it was going to waste

Your pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged,
and I love that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you,
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache,
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war.
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your pastimes, consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
and how you liked to aggravate the ice ream man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are.
'Crying lightning'

Your pastimes consisted of the strange the twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'


Dangerous Animals

I'm pinned down by the dark

Been fighting with my sheets and nearly crying in my sleep.
Yes I'm battlling that well told gripe,
The most frustrating type,
You should have racing stipes the way you keep me in pursuit
You sharpen the heel of you boot and you press it in my chest
And you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you promote me

I'm pinned down by the dark
(A-N-I-M-A-L)
She makes my head pirouette more than I would be willing to confess
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)

The light it fidgets through, the thoughts will soon revert to you.
About as bashful as a tribal dance,
The first and final chance
And course the audience of frighteners and fiends,
Divided up into two teams
When the acrobat fell off the beam she broke everyone's heart.

I'm pinned down by the dark

(A-N-I-M-A-L)
She makes my head pirouette more than I would be willing to confess
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)
(D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S)
The most unsuitable pet, it's been long enough now so lets make a mess lioness

I'm pinned down by the dark


Secret Door

Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight’s phantasm, grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here.
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better that than get a reputation for miserable little tyke
At least that’s the conclusion she came to in this overture.

The secret door swings behind us,
She’s saying nothing, she’s just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe.
Like a butler pushing on a bookshelf and unveiling the unexpected
I who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?

The secret door swings behind us,
She’s saying nothing, she’s just giggling along
Even if they were to find us, I wouldn't notice,
I'm completely occupied
As all the Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
She’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about
To make a gaze turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
but you’re daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade conduct a sing-along


Potion Approaching

I was biting the time zone
and we embelished the banks of our bloodstreams
and threw caution to the colourful

Then we fell asleep in a car
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
and the tide took me to your mouth
and then swept me back down to your palms

It’s them that put me inside the reminder that
Yours is the only ocean
that I wanna swing from
Yours is the only ocean
that I wanna hang on.

I've got this ego mechanic.
She’s always tryin to give me vitamins
Oh she’d be frightened of your reflection
I preferred her as a cartoon.
If I could be someone else for a week
I’d spend it chasing after you
She’s not shattering my attitudes
no matter how she folds the potion
Yours is the only ocean
that I want to swing from
Yours is the only ocean
that I want to hang on

Potion approaching
Shield your eyes
Potion approaching
Visualize
Holding a token
Swollen in size
Potion approaching
Shield your eyes

If we’re going to escape though
We really ought to think it through
Would you like me to build you a go kart?


Fire And The Thud

You showede me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcomed threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer

If it's true you are going to run away
Tell me where, I'll meet you there

Am I snapping the excitement
If I pack away the laughter and tell you how it feels?

And does burden come to meet you
If I've questions of the feaure that rolls on you dream reel?

The day after you stole my heart
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And you're splashing in my eyelids
As the concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast didn't heal as fast
I hear you voice in silences
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?

In the jostling crowd
You're not allowed
To tell the truth
And the photo booth's a liar!

There's a sharpened explanation
But there's no screaming reason to enquire

I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with things
They'd never see if it smacked them in their temples


Cornerstone

I thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a lookalike
She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in The Rusty Hook, huddled up in a wicker chair
I wandered over for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close and she held me very tightly until I asked awfully politely
"Please can I call you her name?"

I elongated my lift home
I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt and kept my short cuts to myself

I thought I saw you in The Parrot's Beak messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak and she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in Letraset
"No, you can't call me her name"

Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to thing I imagined you all along

I saw your sister in The Cornerstone on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She sais "I'm really not supposed to but yes, you can call me anything you want"


Dance Little Liar

I hear the truth was built to bend.
A mechanism to suspend the guilt is what you will require
and still you've got to dance little liar

It's just like those fibs to pop and fizz
and you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
and you're bound to trip and she'll detect the fiction on your lips
dig a contraction up

The clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when ther's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less time

I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat,
yes that will get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch
you'll breathe and then proceed to scratch the varnish off that newly
added calmness so as not to raise any alrams too soon

The liar takes a lot less time to decide on the saunter
Have you got itchy bones and in all you time alone
can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?

The clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt in between the dirt


Pretty Visitors

Trudging through the morning and the tramp with the trampoline under his arm, shifts past your whiskers so stark is the charm but the barking alarm waits coiled until the corner is turned.

And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round in your muddy mind blatantly caked and unwilling to wind uncooperative time so he sits on the springs until the muck goes dry.

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall

What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk, you legs start running and your head gets caught

Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste
You'll have to slip away I am unhappy to say, behold it the croop in the hammock plays

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast ths shadow of a snake pit on the wall

Behold there's a crook in the hammock plays cruelly with the base of the scales
And filles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
Cruelly with the base and the scales
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp


The Jeweller's Hands

Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake
Dull caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger
Move over toward the danger that you seek

You think excitement has receded then the mirror distracts
The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless and weightless your imagination runs

And now it's no ones fault but yours, at the foot on the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands
That procession of pioneers all drowned

In the the moonlight the're more thrilling those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow
Watching his exit was like falling off the ferry in the night

The inevitables gather to push you around
Any other voice makes such a punishing sound
It became laughter's assasin shortly after he showed you what it was

And now it's no ones fault but yours, at the foot of the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You though the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone,
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands
That procession of pioneers all drowned

If you've a lesson to teach me I'm listening, ready to learn
There's no one here to police me I'm sinking in until the return
If you've a lesson to teach please don't deviatem don't be afraid,
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, let's get in engraved


Cheers,
Vasko

[Last Shadow Monkeys]

Don't know if anyone's already posted these lyrics but I haven't found them so here goes...
These are, what I can make out, to be the lyrics for the Japenese Bonus Track 'Skecthead'.

Sketchead

Sketchead
He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive and he's swinging all his keys round

Sketchead
He's seen you with ya top off
He already know's your boyfriend
Retain your introduction

Sketchead
There comes the protagonist
The pips in your quince
The hour behind the spiral
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knot that shattered your packet of peppermints

Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll complement your tits
And leave you to your wits

Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald when you gave him the car

Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive and still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to unnerve

And then there's you
You've changed
I approached you like you were the same
But soon it was apparent a new name was required
Your lips went and fired
Accomplishments at me while I
Captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs
That obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that they don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight

[Dancinglittleliar]

I think it's 'As a pendulum to unnerve' rather than 'all nerve' and maybe

'But soon it was apparent a new name was required
Your lips weren't/went on fire
Accomplishments that mean while I
Captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs
That obscures to begin'

Not 100% sure though.

[Last Shadow Monkeys]

Ah brilliant! Yeah those lyrics sound right.
Cheers

[Roman]

Sketchead is coming to your party
He's walking up your drive and he's swinging all his keys around
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off
He already knows your boyfriend, retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cumbersome protagonist
The pips in your quince
The eye behind the spy hole
The itch you can't itch in your ear and the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints
Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits and leave you to your wits
Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald when you gave him the car
Sketchead
Still coming to your party, still walking up your drive and still swinging all his keys round on his finger as a pendulum to unnerve.
And then there's you
You've changed
I approached you like you were the same
But soon it was apparent name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me while I'm captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your lenses obscures to begin
And you know full well that anyone who says that they don't prefer the sequel still be swinging on themselves tonight.

[T.H]

Crying Lightning needs changing to the lyrics someone posted towards the top of the page so it's in the past.

He's clearly talking about someone who he knew a certain amount of time ago, therefore it should be "occupied" not "occupy" and "looked" rather than "look" etc.