Sad Suppers
LOS CAMPESINOS! · Sick Scenes 2017 · Track 02 of 11
Music: Tom Bromley · Lyrics: Gareth David
Don't call it a come-on, in spite if not because of whatever If extent of my ambition is a lawn to mow, a charger to tether Introed at the braggers' amnesty, "The greatest lover in the cloisters" When the neutrals started cheering me, that is the moment that they lost us
Never once a miser with the misery Clever compromise, I replant potted history You can't eat from spinning plates Can't lick clean the mess it makes Seen all there is to be shown Darling, I'm coming home
Still flutters pitter patter Feeling embittered, battered Behold the once and future me Sad suppers for the saudaddy
Frogmarch through the city, ascend another synthetic summit Until I see the route the crows fly to you, then I will want no part of it Save you epiphanies for the sea level. Save them for the Broadsands Save them for throwing out time at Scribes West. Save them for chucking up in your own hands.
Never once a miser with the misery Clever compromise, I replant potted history You can't eat from spinning plates Can't lick clean the mess it makes Seen all there is to be shown Darling, I'm coming home
Still flutters pitter patter Feeling embittered, battered Behold the once and future me Sad suppers for the saudaddy