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One two three four
Wakey wakey
Rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall
Like domino's
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling tingling tingling
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
Take a bow take a bow take a bow
It's what you feel now
What you ought to
What you ought to
An elephant thats in the room is
Tumbling tumbling tumbling
In duplicate and duplicate
Plastic bags and
Duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
Guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
Exactly where do you get off
Is enough is enough is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
A last stop
There's no real reason
Wakey wakey
Rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall
Like domino's
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling tingling tingling
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
Take a bow take a bow take a bow
It's what you feel now
What you ought to
What you ought to
An elephant thats in the room is
Tumbling tumbling tumbling
In duplicate and duplicate
Plastic bags and
Duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
Guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
Exactly where do you get off
Is enough is enough is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
A last stop
There's no real reason
Lyrics submitted by life_aint_chess, edited by George0312, Planet
Track duration: 02:07
"Faust Arp" as written by Thomas Edward/greenwood Yorke
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Some other thoughts:
* I think there's a political overtone lurking in here too. This album was being written just about when Tony Blair ended his prime ministership. TY's enormous disillusionment with the Labour Party, who he initially supported is well known. The refrain of "We thought you had it in you but no" screamed this at me the first time I heard it. Why else use "we"? There could well be a failing relationship=political disappointment metaphor going on in general.
*"Fingers in the blackbird pie". Grade A lyrics - I bet Tom enjoyed this one. Simultaneously, he's managed to imply nursery rhymes (a favorite theme), doing something you shouldn't (this has to be an affair, surely?? Getting caught with your fingers in the pie being an idiom), and best of all, he's given a sly wink to the fact that this song owes an awful lot musically to "Blackbird" by the Beatles. Well done that man.
*I really have to read Faust.
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie are tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible, dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck
We thought you had it in you but not, not, not
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags and
Duplicate and triplicate, dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you but not, not, not
Exactly where do you get off?
It's enough, it's enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough of that stuff
There's no real reason
You've got a head filled with feathers
You've melted into butter
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'Faust Arp'