Weekly Tunes EP21 - Shoot the Poets - The Cribs
The Cribs are another English Indie Rock band that gained fame in the early 01's, right after their formation. In case you didn't know, Indie is actually an abbreviation of the word "independant". This means that their songs are mostly self-produced, which means that their songs are to the tastes of the artists themselves. This is why it sounds weird to some people but sound good to others.
Lyrics:
Cut off your nose to spite your friends
Breathing holes that will never end and
Speak all you want or just pretend
Cos she think she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town
You sold your soul for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer screens
These things they mean nothing to me
Ripped and stained came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back
Good that's what I say
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
Or one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
Or one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
Breathing holes that will never end and
Speak all you want or just pretend
Cos she think she is a different class
So she sits all day by the looking glass
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town
You sold your soul for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer screens
These things they mean nothing to me
Ripped and stained came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back
Good that's what I say
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
Or one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
Or one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town
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