spirit boy (Explicit)

Song: spirit boy (Explicit)

Artist: Gang of Youths

Composed: Gang of Youths

God died today

He left me in the cold

He stumbled down a path

He died upon his knees on

The way to the commode

God died today

He skid in pouring rain

With his feet up on the dash

Right off the Chelsea Bridge, Lord

Was hardly seen again

The gigs were overlong

And most of them mundane

And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade

And I, I've never been in London this time of year

It's nice, but I couldn't wait to slowly disappear

He died today

And hе did it with a smile

Threw his body in the bag

Thrеw on the ITV, Lord

And laughed a little while

In a kind of way

It makes me feel at home

Superfluous as shit

Digestible and free, Lord

Within reach and my control

Throw the kettle on

The gigs were overlong

And none of us got paid

And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade

And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year?

It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here

Tuia i runga

Tuia i raro

Ka tangi te titi

Ka tangi te kaka

Ka tangi hoki aha

Ko te timatanga te kupu

Ko te atua te kupu

Ko te atua ano atua kupu i te timatanga

E pa e manaakitia matau

E nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa

He aha te mea nui o te ao

He tangata

He tangata

He tangata

You raised me up now

And pulled me out of my mind

And filled me with significance I cannot describe

The tunes were overdone

The well was all but dry

And I still believe magnificent isn't hard to find

And I'm convalescing slowly, day by day

It's nice, I'm still in London, living, by the way

And I wanna live it like it's worth something in time

I gotta give it time, give it time, give it time

How normal all the tragic feels

How tragic all the normal is

Thereafter, the laughter

The real enraptured

But anyway, I plan to stay

Attend the weekly football game

Thereafter, thereafter

Tagaloa cried and said, "Though part of you is dead

Don't waste a minute of this thing you have left"

And he picked me up just like a father

And carried me south-east, where the city was calling