Alt-J - The Dream Lyrics
Bane
(Cold and sizzling)
I sold my soul
I sold my soul
For a sip at school
For a sip at school
A swimming pool
A swimming pool
Ice cold black fuel
Ice cold black fuel
I'll dive in
Swimming and drinking
And when my parents tell me to come in
I'll just ignore them and keep on drinking
Cola, cola
Fizzy cola
Yeah, you
In the middle of the night, I get a craving and I wake up for you
Thirsty one looks stunned
Dumbfounded by the sizzle of the bubbles on the tongue
Sixty-six times underwater somersault
Pool cool, cooling by the side of the swimming pool
The rules don't apply to you 'cause you've got the buzz
Sixty-six times underwater somersault
Thirsty one looks stunned
Dumbfounded by the sizzle of the bubbles on the tongue
Sixty-six times underwater somersault
Cut the queue, climb the scaffold to ride the flume first
Slap a bigger boy so hard he wakes up on the floor
Sixty-six times underwater somersault
Yeah, you
In the middle of the night, I get a craving and I wake up for you
My God, my God
Why hast thou forsaken me?
My God, my God
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Yeah, you
In the middle of the night, I get a craving and I wake up for you
Writer: Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
U&Me
Summer holiday, having fun
Happiness is between two buns
Feeling funky on a rolling boil
Smiles bend all over, can't control how I feel
It's just you and me now
Round of kimonos for my girls in the sun
Sending videos to friends in London
Strut like Stellan Skarsgård to and from the bar
Playing my candied tangerine Telecaster
It's just you and me now
It's just you and me now
It's just you and me now
It's just you and me now
Two hot palms pressing down on my face
Dragged by my sockets to a better place
Flashing in the dark, my luminescent tongue
Summer holiday, having fun
It's just you and me now
It's just you and me now
Ooh, I could hold on to the memory of that day for the rest of my life
I could hold on to the memory of that day for the rest of my life
I could hold on to the memory of that day for the rest of my life
I could hold on to the memory of that day for the rest of my life
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hard Drive Gold
Gimme that gold
Straight into my hard drive
Gimme that gold
Straight into my hard drive, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm fifteen in my garden skipping
My neighbor Sue is watching me from her window
Oh, mama, did you tell Sue I'm a millionaire now, baby?
Trading that crypto
(Oh yeah? No? Sue)
Gimme that gold
Gimme that fire
Gimme that gold
Gimme the fire (hot)
Crying on a stranger is so very soothing
I'm outside my school
My teacher took me to one side and told me I was (scum)
I left then Googled "neoliberal"
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money
Straight into my hard drive
Gimme that gold
Straight into my hard drive, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Non-shatter ruler, put it on the table and go "brr"
Watch it shatter
Clearly must talk to Neo with the Audi
The next morning he shouts from his door
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money, boy
Don't be afraid to make, to make money
Gimme that gold
Straight into my hard drive
Gimme that gold
Straight into my hard drive, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Happier When You're Gone
Joe, joe, joe, only f*ck-ups need clean starts
I scream as you come my way
(I'm happier when you're gone)
Joe, joe, joe, the chime of love's texting your phone
Familiar as the clothes I own
California, Pensacola, go
I'm happier when you're gone
It's not easy, it's not easy
Homelessness at home
My life is bracing for your hug
You pass me to unplug your phone
Hallelujah
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
The smell of burning cattle hangs on the westerly
Sweeping up through the ferns
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone
Benzo timeline, cuts smiles to straight lines
I'm happier when you're gone
(Happier) it's not easy, it's not easy
Hopelessness on the range
(Happier) yeah, you're breathing hard in the pastures
Not the lock, then what has to change?
(Happier) persecution is your favorite word
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
The smell of burning cattle hangs on the westerly
Sweeping up through the ferns
I'm happier when you're gone (happier)
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone (happier)
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone
I'm happier when you're gone
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Actor
Bricked up a kilo
Paneled down in the back door
All the while I'm riding
To auditions I'm not getting
Why do I keep on returning to you?
All American jawlines
One moment going over scene lines
Grind the scripts
Like teeth
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Cocaine
Cocaine
Swarm of TV cameras
Click and stumble at the Chateau
Later, I hear John's
Body got carried out
Ice cream was a code word
Told to me by a code man
These nice hotels
I don't know your clientele
Why do I keep on returning to you?
(Cocaine) cocaine
(Cocaine) cocaine
Why do I keep on returning to you?
(Give me some ice cream)
Give it to me now, oh, now
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
Cocaine
Cocaine
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it) cocaine
(He's never gonna make it) cocaine
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Get Better
Hallelujah
I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me
A cappella
I'm listening to you cover Elliot Smith's "Angeles"
It's these times I'll need if you go
It's these times I'll need if you go, so
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better, my darling
I know you will
Get better
I'm drawn to the motorway
The cold whoosh of trucks passing
This nighttime under sodium light
The orange spread is soul-quietening
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at The Serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
Happy birthday
Staff smuggled in a card I made
It rests under your pillow
When out of ICU
You'll cringe at all the 'I love you's
The card retired the life of one biro
At this time, I wanted you to know
At this time, I wanted you to know
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better, my darling
I hope you will
Get better
I'll start the day with tiramisu
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at The Serpentine
I am yours, you are mine
You were the baker
I'll christen this new era
With the smell of freshly baked bread
Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar
You were always a fan of that spread
Six months on, there's a car crash outside
The fire brigade using the jaws of life
No flush at night to sound your return
I still pretend you're only out of sight
Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade
I was admonished and told to go back inside
From the living room window
I stand and watch the white sheet go
Over the family car and I close my eyes
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room
Smiling at your phone
I still pretend
A younger me, a younger you
Meeting at The Serpentine
The beginning of spring, you wore those yellow ripped jeans
Your look defined my 2009
Your shyness stoked my boldness
"Shall we go in?", I smiled
Your hand warmed walking through the gallery
(Get better)
I know I will
(Get better)
My darling, I know I will
Writer: Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Chicago
More together than alone
From the hill we saw it rain on the town over
Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones
In that moment I saw a likeness to our father
In American Night on that hill
In the night
Pulled back to the night before
Where the TV lit our brilliant smiling faces
Torch hits your face before the fall
Panic in the eye is similar to breaking horses
(An apparition lifts me up)
An apparition lifts me up
From its shoulders, I sit and see your face above the tree-line
Your reassurances subtitled in American English
I am calm as we sail down the hillside
In American Night on that hill
In the night
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Philadelphia
Am I cold? I cannot tell
Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell?
(Philadelphia)
Oh, the cadence of the glow
Concussive flashes of distant memories
Good God, I feel your hands on me
In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps
Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me
(Philadelphia)
Sonny Green is feeling slow
Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul
(Philadelphia)
Oh, the cadence of the glow
Percussive flashes over dimly lit country
Good God, I feel your hands on me
In the dying of the light, my aggressor runs under the lamps
Morning light they'll get to see the crime committed on me
(Philadelphia)
Silk, dampened, unknown, over final thoughts
Where will I be in two years?
Euphoria breaks over the bow, washing up the macabre
Out to sea to my mother's arms
And I'm losing my ability to fathom
Awake and not awake
And I'm losing my ability to fathom
Awake and not awake
And I'm losing my ability to fathom
Awake and not awake
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Walk a Mile
At last, my baby's walked a mile
In my shoes, in my shoes
At last, at last (after so long)
My baby's walked a mile (she's walked a mile)
In my shoes (walk, walk)
In my shoes (in my shoes)
At last, my baby's walked a mile
In my shoes, in my shoes
At last, my baby's walked a mile
In my shoes, in my shoes
At last, at last, at last, at last
My baby's walked a mile
In my shoes
In between waves
You hold me down
In between waves
You hold me down (oh, save me)
In between waves (oh, save me)
You hold me down (oh, save me)
In between waves (oh, save me)
You hold me down
I don't wanna tell you, I don't wanna say
It's been so easy seeing things your way
At last, my baby's walked a mile
In, in my shoes
Say yes, say no
Say yes, don't say no
Say yes, say no
Say yes, don't say no
Say yes, say oh yes
Say yes, don't say no
Say yes, say no (okay)
Say yes, don't say no
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Delta
Force fields in the Delta
I'm not a praying man
But I'll kneel to that
Force fields in the Delta
I'm not a praying man
But I'll kneel to that
Force fields in the Delta
I'm not a praying man
But I'll kneel to that
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Losing My Mind
All I can see Is a picture of me
On holiday in the late '70s
Drying after swimming
My father calls to me
Sunny disposition at the end of the jetty
Now that picture is displayed
With fifteen other missing boys
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
This time
Montag, you're in drag (Oh es war einfach)
Feel this birthday without us
(Oh, the change in my pocket is enough to celebrate)
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
This time
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
And oh, is it easy to remember what it takes to be a man?
Oh, is it easy to remember what it means to be a man?
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
(Oh, I will pray for)
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
This time
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
You and I
Cut from the same cloth
This time
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Powders
(Okay)
Powders in between palms in the dry Pacific night
Ooh
Hands pulling me to a new place
Ooh
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
Free house
Greatest two words to hear at sixteen
Glee, you've arrived
Floral notes from your friends
In between the crowd, we lock eyes
This fragrance should elevate your handsomeness
She's looking up from the packaging and smiling
I know this girl, I've seen her at school
"Then I'll take a pallet!" I laugh
The snap of my quip is caught under another shopper asking for directions to the restroom
She turns back to me
"Would you like this gift-wrapped?"
"No, thank you"
I watch her hands
"Okay, that'll be 49.95"
I think I love her (I'm your man, I'm your man)
(Okay)
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man
I'm your man, I'm your man
Writer: Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.