Dan Smith - Ignoring Messages lyrics
[Dan Smith - Ignoring Messages lyrics]
It's posters falling off the walls
While your head hangs off the bed
Of dirty sheets that once were white
But now are stained instead
It's flying down a path through Hyde Park
With a bottle tucked under each arm
Or sitting on the floor in a placid corridor
Staring hard and talking rationally
And with clarity, but uncontrollably
And Sophie says
"Isn't it sad that you can't discuss what
Dying is like with your friends?"
And Sophie says
"Won't it be annoying when they're all
Crying and you're just dead?"
It's waking up at five-to-five to catch a
Bus from town to backward town
Or slipping and sliding down a
Muddy hill just on your
Arse stuck halfway between complete
Hysterics and a moan
And Sophie says, "I want to be married
With children coming out
My ears i want a high powered job"
And Sophie says, "I want a funny man
But only if you can be mates with him too"
"I hope the Guardian
(to God he?) will take me
Regardless of my apathy
I want to come in and write and criticise
But I can't be arsed right now"
It's four hours in the same position
Moving your head and your foot
And your arm that is aching from turning and
Troughing barely moving
You're either at ninety or
You're practically parked
And Sophie says
"I want to mourn my mother on
A wrought-iron balcony in Paris"
And Sophie says, "In each hand
A glass of wine and a cigarette will
Accompany me then I will smoke for
Her even though she's not dead and I
Don't smoke ignoring the messages on
The packets warning me of
The way you'll choke
With 'Après Moi' simply pumping
Out the stereo, into the distance I stare
Ignoring sympathetic messages, i'll
Take a glug of red or white, i won't care"
"And as I puff away into the evening light
I'll flick
Back my blonde hair, whilst rubbing
My poor grieving feet
Will sit my latest beautiful Pierre"
And Sophie says, "That's for later
Now I just want to spend
Time with my friends"
Spend time with my friends
While your head hangs off the bed
Of dirty sheets that once were white
But now are stained instead
It's flying down a path through Hyde Park
With a bottle tucked under each arm
Or sitting on the floor in a placid corridor
Staring hard and talking rationally
And with clarity, but uncontrollably
And Sophie says
"Isn't it sad that you can't discuss what
Dying is like with your friends?"
And Sophie says
"Won't it be annoying when they're all
Crying and you're just dead?"
It's waking up at five-to-five to catch a
Bus from town to backward town
Or slipping and sliding down a
Muddy hill just on your
Arse stuck halfway between complete
Hysterics and a moan
And Sophie says, "I want to be married
With children coming out
My ears i want a high powered job"
And Sophie says, "I want a funny man
But only if you can be mates with him too"
"I hope the Guardian
(to God he?) will take me
Regardless of my apathy
I want to come in and write and criticise
But I can't be arsed right now"
It's four hours in the same position
Moving your head and your foot
And your arm that is aching from turning and
Troughing barely moving
You're either at ninety or
You're practically parked
And Sophie says
"I want to mourn my mother on
A wrought-iron balcony in Paris"
And Sophie says, "In each hand
A glass of wine and a cigarette will
Accompany me then I will smoke for
Her even though she's not dead and I
Don't smoke ignoring the messages on
The packets warning me of
The way you'll choke
With 'Après Moi' simply pumping
Out the stereo, into the distance I stare
Ignoring sympathetic messages, i'll
Take a glug of red or white, i won't care"
"And as I puff away into the evening light
I'll flick
Back my blonde hair, whilst rubbing
My poor grieving feet
Will sit my latest beautiful Pierre"
And Sophie says, "That's for later
Now I just want to spend
Time with my friends"
Spend time with my friends