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Excuse me sir, I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost
I'm looking for a home for my malfunctioning being
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you
Excuse me miss I'm a dog on heat
I'm a complicated being with love songs to beat
I'm a problem solving baby who could march all night
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fire
Hot Chip with break your legs, snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down, under the ground
Excuse me child, I am trying to see all the colors and wonder your brightness can be
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Excuse me son, I'm found I'm looking for a place where I was once found
There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken
There's always some way to make the silence be spoken
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Hot chip will break your legs snap, off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
I'm looking for a home for my malfunctioning being
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you
Excuse me miss I'm a dog on heat
I'm a complicated being with love songs to beat
I'm a problem solving baby who could march all night
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fire
Hot Chip with break your legs, snap off your head
Hot Chip will put you down, under the ground
Excuse me child, I am trying to see all the colors and wonder your brightness can be
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Excuse me son, I'm found I'm looking for a place where I was once found
There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken
There's always some way to make the silence be spoken
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Hot chip will break your legs snap, off your head
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground
Lyrics submitted by gorgeousxdisaster
Track duration: 05:48
"The Warning" as written by Joseph/taylor Goddard
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
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There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken
There's always some way to make the silence be spoken"
This is among my favorite lines in any song. I know nothing about the "true meaning", but to me, it is about the incommunicable emotions that make life feel unique (like the song "Colours"). Even though life in the present can seem dull, and we find ourselves searching through the past for emotions and beauty ("I'm found, I'm looking for a place where I was once found"), the present has an equal capacity for uniqueness and beauty, and the future will continue to bring new experiences and feelings.
the violent lyrics contradict the soothing music, the verse lyrics also contradict themselves.
Hot Chip is an amazing, underrated band. spread the word
i don't find the lyrics particularly impressive, but the way they're sung is just so captivating. i can't get it out of my head, nor do i want to. the mid-instrumental part is fantastic as well.
In other news, I see why someone would compare the postal service and hot chip, especially with this song in mind in particular. The cooing voices and electronic, programmed beats are among the same genre, but very different approaches.
and how can u comapre hot chip and postal service. that voice of whoever that fag is SUCKS. and his lyrics are meaningless. HOT CHIP is a million times better way out of postal service's league
"excuse me, sir..."
most younger people are lost in who they are.
"excuse me, miss..."
looking for love.
"excuse me, child..."
adulthood and missing childhood.
"excuse me, son..."
the same as above.