War war war war
I want to declare a war
My fist breaks your porcelain nose
There are other things that hands can do
To create or to destroy, mini gods and goddesses
First person singular
Set it set it set it off
War war war war
Keep the past the future is ours
Man made natural disaster
Blocking out all of the sun
Supermen and mitsi turbo
Speed agility super strength
Wipe the blood of those knuckles
Spark it give me two's on that
War war war war
I want to declare a war
True say blud that when we ride
We don't stop for nobody
The Africans and the Bengalis
He knows all the rude boys
Reebok Nike Adidas Puma
"Rer rer rer, this shit is long"
It's all getting, quite highly charged
Get out the way, or get f*cked up
We dance to the sound of sirens
We dance to the sound
And to think, that these hands
Could work wonders, with their touch
Listening, to dead singers, in your room
In 98
We dance to the sound of sirens
We dance to the sound
Bloc Party - Intimacy Album Lyrics
Bloc Party - Intimacy Lyrics
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mercury
My mercury's in retrograde
This is not the time, the time to start a new love
This is not the time, the time to sign a lease
Try not to worry about whats forgotten
Try not to worry about whats been missed
Scars on shins and scars on my knuckles
Today I woke up in a basketball court
Jonjo's in Sydney and he aint returning
Im sitting in soho trying to stay drunk
In any bar in the world
From Silverlake to Williamsburg
You could pick another stranger
And fall in love
My mercury's in retrograde
This is not the time, the tie to start a new love
This is not the time, the time to sign a lease
Try not to worry about whats forgotten
Try not to worry about whats been missed
Bleeding gums and veins protruding
You're starting to hate all of your clothes
Neumayrs in LA and she aint returning
Im sleeping with people I don't even like
My mercury's in retrograde
When I say you last night
I wanted to say, run away with me
Away from the cynics
That this could be the start of
Something truly real...
But all that I could say was "hey"
My mercury's in retrograde
This is not the time, the time to start a new love
This is not the time, the time to sign a lease
Try not to worry about whats forgotten
Try not to worry about whats been missed
Scars on shins and scars on my knuckles
Today I woke up in a basketball court
Jonjo's in Sydney and he aint returning
Im sitting in soho trying to stay drunk
In any bar in the world
From Silverlake to Williamsburg
You could pick another stranger
And fall in love
My mercury's in retrograde
This is not the time, the tie to start a new love
This is not the time, the time to sign a lease
Try not to worry about whats forgotten
Try not to worry about whats been missed
Bleeding gums and veins protruding
You're starting to hate all of your clothes
Neumayrs in LA and she aint returning
Im sleeping with people I don't even like
My mercury's in retrograde
When I say you last night
I wanted to say, run away with me
Away from the cynics
That this could be the start of
Something truly real...
But all that I could say was "hey"
My mercury's in retrograde
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Halo
It was your hair that did it
It was your hair that lit the fuse
A golden brown halo
Like sunlight peering through trees
I ask you for the time, but I am asking for so much more
A moth to your light bulb, you made my heart beat faster
Paralyze me, with your kiss
Wipe those dirty hands, on me
Maybe we're looking for the same thing
Maybe you're the one who will complete me
Oh how beauty burns, lips and eyes and fingertips
The spark of desire on every point our bodies meet
Behind your eyes were stars, infinite and serene
How I would suffer for you, you fascinate and magnetize me
Sometimes I think, I would float away
If this sadness did not weigh me down
It was your hair that lit the fuse
A golden brown halo
Like sunlight peering through trees
I ask you for the time, but I am asking for so much more
A moth to your light bulb, you made my heart beat faster
Paralyze me, with your kiss
Wipe those dirty hands, on me
Maybe we're looking for the same thing
Maybe you're the one who will complete me
Oh how beauty burns, lips and eyes and fingertips
The spark of desire on every point our bodies meet
Behind your eyes were stars, infinite and serene
How I would suffer for you, you fascinate and magnetize me
Sometimes I think, I would float away
If this sadness did not weigh me down
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Biko
For my sweetheart the melancholic, you have crossed the river styx
And the waves have taken you away
As I lay my head on your chest, I can hear it your veins
Wake me up when u come to bed
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
Was my love strong enough to bring you back from the dead
If I could eat your cancer I would but I can't
So I keep writing these songs for you
To steal you from your grey
And we can dance in our front room again
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
I need you be strong for us
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
Don't you know that when you stand you stand up for the both of us
Remember that when the darkness looms
Every tear you shed is cleansing, taking the pain away from you
I left you blueberries in the fridge, the little things that I can do
You're not doing this alone
Resist
And the waves have taken you away
As I lay my head on your chest, I can hear it your veins
Wake me up when u come to bed
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
Was my love strong enough to bring you back from the dead
If I could eat your cancer I would but I can't
So I keep writing these songs for you
To steal you from your grey
And we can dance in our front room again
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
I need you be strong for us
So toughen up
Biko toughen up
Biko toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
Don't you know that when you stand you stand up for the both of us
Remember that when the darkness looms
Every tear you shed is cleansing, taking the pain away from you
I left you blueberries in the fridge, the little things that I can do
You're not doing this alone
Resist
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trojan Horse
You used to take your watch off before we made love
You didn't want to share our time with anyone
You used to close your eyes when we kissed goodbye
You didn't want to see me draped in sadness
And now there's nothing here, now there's nothing here at all
In a loft conversion off new north road
You were here I was here there was something real here
I know there was
You know I still adore you
But in a different kind of way
You know I still adore you
But things have gotten vague
Baby I don't ask for much but things have gotten convenient
You know I still adore you but things, have kind of changed
And to think I laughed at you
For how you saw the world, with all that empty space inside your hear
I have to cling to things now, doubles and cigarettes
Forever trying to find you on the lips, of someone else
Just take me back, to the start
When your earthquake, was just cracks
You must ask yourself everyday
Just how high, are the highs
You didn't want to share our time with anyone
You used to close your eyes when we kissed goodbye
You didn't want to see me draped in sadness
And now there's nothing here, now there's nothing here at all
In a loft conversion off new north road
You were here I was here there was something real here
I know there was
You know I still adore you
But in a different kind of way
You know I still adore you
But things have gotten vague
Baby I don't ask for much but things have gotten convenient
You know I still adore you but things, have kind of changed
And to think I laughed at you
For how you saw the world, with all that empty space inside your hear
I have to cling to things now, doubles and cigarettes
Forever trying to find you on the lips, of someone else
Just take me back, to the start
When your earthquake, was just cracks
You must ask yourself everyday
Just how high, are the highs
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Signs
Two ravens in the old oak tree, one for you and one for me
Bluebells in the late December, I see signs now all the time
The last time we slept together, there was something that was not there
You never wanted to alarm me but I'm the one that's drowning now
I could sleep forever these days because in my dreams I see you again
But this time fleshed out fuller face in your confirmation dress
It was so like you to visit me to let me know you were ok
It was so like you visit me, always worrying about someone else
At your funeral I was so upset, so upset,
in your life you were larger than this
statuesque
I see signs now all the time that your not dead your sleeping
I believe in anything that brings you back home to me
Bluebells in the late December, I see signs now all the time
The last time we slept together, there was something that was not there
You never wanted to alarm me but I'm the one that's drowning now
I could sleep forever these days because in my dreams I see you again
But this time fleshed out fuller face in your confirmation dress
It was so like you to visit me to let me know you were ok
It was so like you visit me, always worrying about someone else
At your funeral I was so upset, so upset,
in your life you were larger than this
statuesque
I see signs now all the time that your not dead your sleeping
I believe in anything that brings you back home to me
Writer: RUSSELL LISSACK, GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
One Month Off
Well there were 7 years between us seems that all my friends were right
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes and a Spanish guitar
When we started this it was paradise, not just Bethnal green
And it's just not right this waiting game, making a cuckold of me
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies with lies
If you need time...
And it's just not like me to lash out, but enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do that I cant
Translucent and sun bleached skin, when did you get so LA
How can you desert me after all we've been through
Stuck on a dream that somewhere its better
You'll be the one missing out
I can be a cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies
Lies
If you need time...
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes and a Spanish guitar
When we started this it was paradise, not just Bethnal green
And it's just not right this waiting game, making a cuckold of me
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies with lies
If you need time...
And it's just not like me to lash out, but enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do that I cant
Translucent and sun bleached skin, when did you get so LA
How can you desert me after all we've been through
Stuck on a dream that somewhere its better
You'll be the one missing out
I can be a cruel as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as cruel as you
Fighting lies
Lies
If you need time...
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Zephyrus
Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all
Standing in the city with the clocks counting one
And your face is still wet from the fight before
As your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them
Baby, I'm ashamed of the things I put you through
Baby, I'm ashamed of the man I was for you
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
How fast must we run before we can just take off in flight?
How far must we run before they do not recognise us?
So let's take this from the start, you'll be me and I'll be you
And let's try not to complain about your smoking
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
(Too many mirrors in this house)
(And I don't like to see myself like this)
(I'm becoming the man I used to be I guess)
(These walls could tell you a thing or two)
(Things that you really don't want to know)
(Lend me your eyes for your point of view)
(Lend me your feet and I'll stand up for you)
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
Standing in the city with the clocks counting one
And your face is still wet from the fight before
As your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them
Baby, I'm ashamed of the things I put you through
Baby, I'm ashamed of the man I was for you
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
How fast must we run before we can just take off in flight?
How far must we run before they do not recognise us?
So let's take this from the start, you'll be me and I'll be you
And let's try not to complain about your smoking
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
(Too many mirrors in this house)
(And I don't like to see myself like this)
(I'm becoming the man I used to be I guess)
(These walls could tell you a thing or two)
(Things that you really don't want to know)
(Lend me your eyes for your point of view)
(Lend me your feet and I'll stand up for you)
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Talons
And in the dark it comes for me
Malevolent and without form
Uprooting trees, destroying cars
Cold and relentless with arms outstretched
No Bolt nor brick
Nor crucifix can hold it back
I've been wicked
I've been arrogant
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
(Silent and Velvet)
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I cannot say that I was not warned or was misled
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
Awaken from dreams of drunken car crashes
You saddened my friends and claimed all my lovers
I tried to stay still, so it will not see me
Its talons rake the side of my face
When did you become such a slut?
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
(Silent and Velvet)
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I cannot say that I was not warned or was misled
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I didn't think I'd catch fire when I held my hand to the flame
And I didn't think it would catch up as fast as I could have run
Fate came a knocking when I was looking the other way
A new disease came in the post for me today
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes, and when it comes, and when it comes
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
Malevolent and without form
Uprooting trees, destroying cars
Cold and relentless with arms outstretched
No Bolt nor brick
Nor crucifix can hold it back
I've been wicked
I've been arrogant
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
(Silent and Velvet)
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I cannot say that I was not warned or was misled
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
Awaken from dreams of drunken car crashes
You saddened my friends and claimed all my lovers
I tried to stay still, so it will not see me
Its talons rake the side of my face
When did you become such a slut?
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
(Silent and Velvet)
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I cannot say that I was not warned or was misled
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I didn't think I'd catch fire when I held my hand to the flame
And I didn't think it would catch up as fast as I could have run
Fate came a knocking when I was looking the other way
A new disease came in the post for me today
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes, and when it comes, and when it comes
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
Writer: JERRY RAGOVOY, KELE OKEREKE, RUSSELL DEAN LISSACK, GORDON PETER MOAKES, MATTHEW CHEE HUNG TONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Better Than Heaven
What's with all this doom and gloom?
You used to be such, such a laugh
It's only sin, original sin
Corinthians (15:22)
Never been a big fan of things
But I'm growing so fond of you
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
Truth is truth
I ain't no bohemian
Much too, much too safe
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too
You can use your hands for something else
I'll take you further than the scholars can
Put down your books and molest me
Heaven is here, where it needs to be
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world won't last I'll turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us
The both of us
And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world does not turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us
You used to be such, such a laugh
It's only sin, original sin
Corinthians (15:22)
Never been a big fan of things
But I'm growing so fond of you
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
Truth is truth
I ain't no bohemian
Much too, much too safe
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too
You can use your hands for something else
I'll take you further than the scholars can
Put down your books and molest me
Heaven is here, where it needs to be
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world won't last I'll turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us
The both of us
And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world does not turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ion Square
Ion square, perspex swings
I breathe out, you breathe in
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love
How we've come to depend
On each other to the end
The space between us has disappeared
You finish my, you finish my words for me
I remember how it began
So many great days in a row
Barefoot on Bishopsgate
Trying to find Blake's grave
If we could stay like this in a silver foil
Trapped in amber for a life
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
Who said unbroken happiness
Is a bore, is a bore?
Who said it, my love? I don't mind it
Anymore, anymore
And I reach out a hand over your side of the bed
Pull that blanket over your shoulders exposed to the night
And the hunger of those early years will never return
But I don't mind, I don't mind
'Cause I love my mind when I'm f*cking you
Slowed down to a crawl
Years of crime and the bread line
Have not at all dimmed your shine
So let's stay in, let the sofa be our car
Let's stay in, let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I breathe out, you breathe in
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love
How we've come to depend
On each other to the end
The space between us has disappeared
You finish my, you finish my words for me
I remember how it began
So many great days in a row
Barefoot on Bishopsgate
Trying to find Blake's grave
If we could stay like this in a silver foil
Trapped in amber for a life
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
Who said unbroken happiness
Is a bore, is a bore?
Who said it, my love? I don't mind it
Anymore, anymore
And I reach out a hand over your side of the bed
Pull that blanket over your shoulders exposed to the night
And the hunger of those early years will never return
But I don't mind, I don't mind
'Cause I love my mind when I'm f*cking you
Slowed down to a crawl
Years of crime and the bread line
Have not at all dimmed your shine
So let's stay in, let the sofa be our car
Let's stay in, let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me
I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Letter To My Son
I found myself at the point where we kissed first
on a rooftop overlooking the East London mosque
They said, they said, they said, they said
You can't go around breaking young girl's hearts
I say, I say, I say, I say, keep it casual,easy,babe
And you looked so right in that red dress
Oh, how'd I'd love to be a rock for you
To be anything you could rely on
So I'll, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
But I'll get caught out
So we'll try, we'll try, we'll try, we'll try
But we forget the lines, forget the lines
And you looked so wonderful in the back of the car
Like you could start a hundred wars
See what trouble we could both cause
By the bedroom door, the kitchen floor
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
I'll leave it unto them to be a father to a son
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
Forgive me autumn, forgive me autumn,
Forgive me autumn, forgive me autumn
Forgive me autumn
on a rooftop overlooking the East London mosque
They said, they said, they said, they said
You can't go around breaking young girl's hearts
I say, I say, I say, I say, keep it casual,easy,babe
And you looked so right in that red dress
Oh, how'd I'd love to be a rock for you
To be anything you could rely on
So I'll, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
But I'll get caught out
So we'll try, we'll try, we'll try, we'll try
But we forget the lines, forget the lines
And you looked so wonderful in the back of the car
Like you could start a hundred wars
See what trouble we could both cause
By the bedroom door, the kitchen floor
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
I'll leave it unto them to be a father to a son
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
Forgive me autumn, forgive me autumn,
Forgive me autumn, forgive me autumn
Forgive me autumn
Writer: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Your Visits Are Getting Shorter
I can see it in your eyes now
You have come to resent me
Condescension in the silence
Your fingers are tired, girl
How they falter against my thigh
Your kisses are pinning the lips of someone else
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys in blue blazers, boys ...
Boys in your math class, who'll do anything you ask
You're pulling the trigger and the gun is in my mouth
A subtle annoyance laced with disgust
When you get older and all those boys grow tired of you
You can come find me, I can never hate you
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your right
Boys by your locked who'll do anything you ask
Let's spend the whole day in bed then
'Cause if we don't, you'll want to, want to leave
I try to hold something I can
I try to hold something I can never keep
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your right
Boys by your locked, who'll do anything you ask
You have come to resent me
Condescension in the silence
Your fingers are tired, girl
How they falter against my thigh
Your kisses are pinning the lips of someone else
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys in blue blazers, boys ...
Boys in your math class, who'll do anything you ask
You're pulling the trigger and the gun is in my mouth
A subtle annoyance laced with disgust
When you get older and all those boys grow tired of you
You can come find me, I can never hate you
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your right
Boys by your locked who'll do anything you ask
Let's spend the whole day in bed then
'Cause if we don't, you'll want to, want to leave
I try to hold something I can
I try to hold something I can never keep
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting farther from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your right
Boys by your locked, who'll do anything you ask
Writer: KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Flux
If your right hand is causing you pain
Cut it off cut it off
If your colours have started to run
Let them all run, run away from you
There is lightning in this room
Above our heads waiting to strike
Im a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Id kill for an adventure
Just you and I in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
So all that we've learnt disappeared
When you shouted at me
I saw my father in the second grade
Concerned and kind
But yet unable to reach me
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a State of Flux
State of Flux [x9]
We need to talk [x5]
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Cut it off cut it off
If your colours have started to run
Let them all run, run away from you
There is lightning in this room
Above our heads waiting to strike
Im a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Id kill for an adventure
Just you and I in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
So all that we've learnt disappeared
When you shouted at me
I saw my father in the second grade
Concerned and kind
But yet unable to reach me
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a State of Flux
State of Flux [x9]
We need to talk [x5]
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Writer: RUSSELL LISSACK, GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Intimacy is the third studio album by English indie rock band Bloc Party. It was recorded in two weeks at several locations in London and Kent during 2008 and was produced by Jacknife Lee and Paul Epworth. The band members made the album available for purchase on their website as a digital download on 21 August 2008. Minimal promotion was undertaken in the UK. The record was released in compact disc form on 24 October 2008, with Wichita Recordings as the primary label. It peaked at number 8 on the UK Albums Chart and entered the Billboard 200 in the United States at number 18.
Bloc Party wanted to create an album that further distanced the band from the traditional rock set-up by incorporating more electronic elements and unconventional musical arrangements. As the record's title suggests, its tracks are about personal relationships and are loosely based on one of frontman Kele Okereke's break-ups in 2007. Three songs were released as singles: "Mercury", "Talons", and "One Month Off"; the first two tracks entered the UK Top 40. Intimacy was generally well received by critics. Reviewers often focused on its rush-release and central theme, and considered them either bold steps or poor choices.
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Bloc PartyBloc Party wanted to create an album that further distanced the band from the traditional rock set-up by incorporating more electronic elements and unconventional musical arrangements. As the record's title suggests, its tracks are about personal relationships and are loosely based on one of frontman Kele Okereke's break-ups in 2007. Three songs were released as singles: "Mercury", "Talons", and "One Month Off"; the first two tracks entered the UK Top 40. Intimacy was generally well received by critics. Reviewers often focused on its rush-release and central theme, and considered them either bold steps or poor choices.
Genre(s): Indie rock, alternative dance
Producer(s): Paul EpworthJ, acknife Lee
Length: 48:04
Released: August 21st, 2008
Year: 2008