For Flotsam

For Flotsam - Los Campesinos!

Knees knocking and

Blood flowing, so

I want you to know

You say you are an old cassette

That has gone and spilt it's spool

You're far more like a wet cardboard tube

On this nightclub toilet floor

As I describe my lonely, you listen very clear:

The last set of goalposts taken down,

Summer of odd numbered year

She says "if you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure"

Well I prescribe me one more beer,

Beyond that I am unsure

May not be be all and end all,

In my defence she is the hole

I've thrown my goalkeeper forward,

She's catenaccio

Flotsam, Jetsam and Spindrift:

All the girls I have loved

Dumped to earth by a spendthrift,

Gilt angels from above

And I saw God in the bathroom,

I baptised him in sick

Embraced him around his cistern "c'est la mort!, enough of this"

Knees knocking and

Blood flowing so

I want you to know that I want to

And later she said something

That stuck hard in my mind:

"we are their Capel Celyn,

They gotta keep their slippers dry

To empathise with Tory's to invite upon disease

A safer bet's to pack your bags, go holiday in Eyam"

I will take you where the sun shines,

Cast shadows on your face

Crawl into their deepest recess,

'Til I freeze or dehydrate

We'll live and breathe it in real time,

Montage is for the dead

And my heart's still doing Fosburys nowhere near finished yAnnotateet

Knees knocking and

Blood flowing so

I want you to know that I want to

Knees knocking and

Blood flowing so

I want you to know that I want to

Knees knocking and

Blood flowing so

I want you to know that I want to