The Last Shadow Puppets

Banda formada por Alex Turner, vocalista dos Arctic Monkeys e Miles Kane, vocalista dos The Rascals.

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The Age Of The Understatement



Decided
To sneak up away from your stomach
And try your pulse
And captured
What seemed all unknowing and candid
But they suspected it was false

She's playful
The boring would warn you be careful
Of her brigade
In order to tame this relentless marauder
Move away from the parade

And she was walking on the tables in the glass house
Endearingly bedraggled in the wind
Subtle in her method of seduction
The twenty little tragedies begin

And she would throw a feather boa in the road
If she thought that it would set the scene
Unfittingly dipped into your companions
Enlighten them to make you see

And there's affection to rent
The age of the understatement
Before the attraction ferments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Affection to rent the age of the understatement
Before this attraction ferments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

And my fingers scratch at my hair
Before my mind can get too reckless
The idea of seeing you here
Is enough to make the sweat grow cold

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

My Mistakes Were Made For You



About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you

And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
And whisked me away, enthused

And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain

And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the grain
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds

She's was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, shes not
And i suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot
And it's alot to ask and not to sting1
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind

Cos were just following the flock round
And the in-between
Before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the grain
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's alot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance intwined