Saturday 20 September 2008

A current favourite


Belle and Sebastian - Stop, Look and Listen

I finally gave myself the time to see you
I finally gave myself the time to see you
I finally gave myself the time to see you for a while
If only we could see past the veneer we'd see another side of you

Simone said she would think about not seeing me
Simone said she would think about not seeing me
Simone said she would think about not seeing me for a while
I hung around with her for forty days and forty nights, it was a wilderness

If only you would stop, look and listen
If only you would stop, look and listen
If only you would stop, look and listen you'd be fine
But being deaf and being blind just seems to be the way you spend your time

Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Your words are true and all I do is dream

Spent summer in the city of my childhood
Spent summer in the city of my childhood
Spent summer in the city of my childhood for old times
But there's no going back for me, the faces had all changed I was a stranger

He made the same mistake 'til he got wiser
He made the same mistake 'til he got wiser
By then it was too late and he despised her, what a crime
If he was cruel to be kind, he would've saved the trouble and the time

Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Your words are true and all I do is dream

If only we could see past the veneer we'd see another side of you

I live alone the silence it can make you
I live alone the silence it can take you
I live alone the silence it can break you after a while
Not long ago I made a deal, the ghosts around the house all seem to like me

My life is falling down I am surrounded
My life is falling down I am confounded
My life is falling down I am dumbfounded, what a mess
I lay back silent as a cat and let you work your mysteries of healing

Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you
Your words are true and all I do
Think of you, your words are true and all I do
Think of you, your words are true and all I do is dream

If only we could see past the veneer we'd see another side of you


LISTEN

(I like it that the rather miserable lyrics are contrasted by the jangly, happy, almost comic melody.)

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