Graham Coxon - Advice lyrics
[Graham Coxon - Advice lyrics]
Why can't you realise
Just get more paralysed
Then get the rabble round and
Shoot the arrows out
Go write a new song (you're so discerning)
Fall out of my tongue (it's quite determined)
Don't think of stopping when you
See a stop sign
Just keep on playing the groovy
Records 'til the morning
Disjoint the pint, just shut the point
Tough break, man, it's not enough
Completely tough, fucking enough
You mind me standing here
Talk through your adenoids
They're sharpening their knives
A pull before you rise
I wrote a new song (while I was touring)
Man, it was no fun (totally boring)
Don't think of singing til you
See the white eye turn up the fuzz and dull
Your senses 'til the morning
Why can't you realise
Just get more paralysed
I'm feeling pretty much back where I started
And it's quite concerning me
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Just get more paralysed
Then get the rabble round and
Shoot the arrows out
Go write a new song (you're so discerning)
Fall out of my tongue (it's quite determined)
Don't think of stopping when you
See a stop sign
Just keep on playing the groovy
Records 'til the morning
Disjoint the pint, just shut the point
Tough break, man, it's not enough
Completely tough, fucking enough
You mind me standing here
Talk through your adenoids
They're sharpening their knives
A pull before you rise
I wrote a new song (while I was touring)
Man, it was no fun (totally boring)
Don't think of singing til you
See the white eye turn up the fuzz and dull
Your senses 'til the morning
Why can't you realise
Just get more paralysed
I'm feeling pretty much back where I started
And it's quite concerning me
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice
'til the morning
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind