Wake up straight, caught out by the sun.
On the first day of April.
Out of bed, thought there was a plane crash.
But I'm sure that I was
Dreaming
TV on, of course caffeine.
A science of submission again
Another day, on this little island, just a bell hangs on.
Porridge done, I take my kid to school past the pound shop, Woolworth's
Under bridge, where the subway the daytime, and the Westway flies by
Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke Grove, to the forthcoming dramas
A studio, and a love of all sweet music, we just can't let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go
So meditate, on what we've all become, on a cold day in springtime
Civil war, is what were all born into, raise your left hand, right, sing.
Don't capitulate to the forces of the marketplace, they've long departed
Consolidate, the love we have together, on a cold day in springtime.
Fools Day Video (MV)
Performed By: Blur
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Blur - Fools Day Lyrics
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English
Wake up straight, caught out by the sun.
On the first day of April.
Out of bed, thought there was a plane crash.
But I'm sure that I was
Dreaming
TV on, of course caffeine.
A science of submission again
Another day, on this little island, just a bell hangs on.
Porridge done, I take my kid to school past the pound shop, Woolworth's
Under bridge, where the subway the daytime, and the Westway flies by
Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke Grove, to the forthcoming dramas
A studio, and a love of all sweet music, we just can't let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go
So meditate, on what we've all become, on a cold day in springtime
Civil war, is what were all born into, raise your left hand, right, sing.
Don't capitulate to the forces of the marketplace, they've long departed
Consolidate, the love we have together, on a cold day in springtime.
On the first day of April.
Out of bed, thought there was a plane crash.
But I'm sure that I was
Dreaming
TV on, of course caffeine.
A science of submission again
Another day, on this little island, just a bell hangs on.
Porridge done, I take my kid to school past the pound shop, Woolworth's
Under bridge, where the subway the daytime, and the Westway flies by
Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke Grove, to the forthcoming dramas
A studio, and a love of all sweet music, we just can't let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go
So meditate, on what we've all become, on a cold day in springtime
Civil war, is what were all born into, raise your left hand, right, sing.
Don't capitulate to the forces of the marketplace, they've long departed
Consolidate, the love we have together, on a cold day in springtime.
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC