Franz Ferdinand - Always Ascending Lyrics
Always Ascending
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Don't be concerned
It's just the way that gravity works 'round here
All slowly rising, falling patiently
Feel no, feel no fear
Cirrus caress you
Cumulus kiss you
Raindrops of crystal
Whisper "We'll miss you"
But go
Let go
Always and always and always ascending
Opening line leaves an uncertain ending
Always and always and always ascending
The chords seem to pause
But ah never gonna resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Ah talk to me
Talk to me
C'mon talk to me
Talk to me
Yeah talk to me
Talk to me
Ah
And wake me up
C'mon wake me up
Waking up dry
Waking up dusty
Feeling remorse
Feeling thirsty
Bring me a cup
Bring me water
We can ascend
From this arrangement
We can see fate
As entertainment
Bring me a cup
But bring me water
Yeah, bring me water
Always and always and always ascending
The Shepard misleads so you think you're transcending
Always and always and always ascending
Pause the progression
But ah never gonna resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Never going to resolve (never going to resolve)
Ah talk to me
Talk to me
C'mon talk to me
Talk to me
Now talk to me
Talk to me
Ah, oh
Then wake me up
C'mon wake me up
Waking up dry
Waking up dusty
Feeling remorse
Feeling thirsty
Bring me a cup
And bring me water
Yeah, bring me water
Yeah, bring me water
Bring me water
Bring me water, yeah
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Put your ladder down
Cirrus caress you
Cumulus kiss you
Raindrops of crystal
Whisper "we'll miss you"
But go
Let go
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy, Samuel Potter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lazy Boy
I'm a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Never gettin' up in time, I enjoy
Being a lazy boy
Lying in your bed
Thinking of how a lazy boy loves you
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
I'm a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Always be a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Yes, a lazy boy
Lazy in the evening boy
And the lazy boy loves you
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Am I gonna get up? Uh
Am I gonna get up, get up?
Never!
Never!
Never!
Never!
I'm a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Always be a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Yes, a lazy boy
Lazy in the morning boy
I'm a lazy boy
I'm a lazy boy
Such a lazy, lazy, boy
I'm a lazy boy
Yes, a lazy boy
Lazy in the evening boy
I'm a lazy boy
What a lazy boy
Yes, he is a lazy boy
And the loves you
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Paper Cages
Step out, step out of our cages
Step out, of our paper cages
Step out, step out of our cages
Out of our cages, out of our cages
Step out
I like the look of your place
Yes, I love your construction
Did you carve a wee key
From the soap in your kitchen?
To turn in a lock
Of your own penal fiction
You're so vivid and free in your imagination
Well we'll never be free
If our incarceration
Is a story we tell
A tale of invention
Is it personal choice
Personal conviction
Or are you living like me in paper cages?
Step out, step out of our cages
Step out, of our paper cages
Step out, step out of our cages
We're living our lives in paper cages
Step out
When you took on your bid
Did you make up your number?
Did you walk like a punk
To the screws at your counter?
Did you say you can't win
When you are the system
That contains in paper cages?
Step out, step out of our cages
Step out, of our paper cages
Step out, step out of our cages
We're living our lives in paper cages
Step out
Come on!
(Step out!)
Living our lives in paper cages
Living our lives in paper cages
Living our lives in paper cages
Step out
Step out, step out of our cages
Step out, of our paper cages
Step out, step out of our cages
We're living our lives in paper cages
Step out
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy, Samuel Potter
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group

Finally
I feel it (I feel it)
I'm fine (so fine)
I feel it in the spring sunshine (sunshine)
So fine (so fine)
I feel it in the spring time shine
Behold
Suddenly I
Finally I found my people
Found the people who were meant to be found by me
Finally, finally, finally I'm here
In my place, so I'm here
God, how it feels good to feel
God, how it feels good to be with the people I
I feel it (I feel it)
I'm fine (so fine)
I feel it in the spring sunshine (sunshine)
So fine (so fine)
I feel it in the spring time shine
Behold
Suddenly I
Finally I found my people
Found the people who were meant to be found by me
Finally, finally, finally I'm here
In my place, so I'm here
God, how it feels good to feel
God, how it feels good to be with the people I need, yeah
The people I need
Finally I found my
Finally I found my
Finally I found my
Finally I found my
Finally I found my people
I found the people who were meant to be found by me
Finally, finally, finally I'm here
In my place, so I'm here
God, how it feels good to feel
God, how it feels good to be with the people like me, yeah
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

The Academy Award
Show me the body
These pictures will shock you
Love is a drag we don't need anymore
We don't need to score
Show me the body
404
Gateway not found
My wife is such a fine
Show me the body
Show me the body now
We're starring in the movies of our lives
We're starring in the movies of our lives
And the Academy Award for good times goes to you
Yeah, the Academy Award for good times goes to you
There's a camera held in every hand
The clamor of applause in every mind
But the Academy Award for good times goes to you
Show me the body, Hikikomori
Through liquid crystal we look at the world
From our parents' homes
Show me the body
The secret of longevity is to stay away from them
Show me the body
Show me the body now
We're starring in the movies of our lives
We're starring in the movies of our lives
And the Academy Award for good times goes to you
Yeah, the Academy Award for good times goes to you
There's a camera held in every hand
The clamor of applause in every mind
But the Academy Award for good times goes to you
Show me the body
You never realize how much eight pints are
'Til you see them on the ground
They cover so much ground
Locked up predator
Hunter gatherer
Once rare commodity
Now recently found salt, sugar and fat
There's heavy traffic
Show me the body now
We're starring in the movies of our lives
Starring in the movies of our lives
And the Academy Award for good times goes to you
Yeah, the Academy Award for good times goes to you
There's a camera held in every hand
The clamor of applause in every mind
But the Academy Award for good times goes to you, you
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lois Lane
Lois Lane seems a pretty strong woman
The kind woman that a girl could be
So you've got an HND in journalism?
Because journalism could change the world
And if you change the world
Then you could be happy
Yeah, you could be happy
Choices
You make good choices
To change our world
So you could be happy
Motivation of altruism, your selfishness
The desire for the pleasure of the reward
Of a fine young cynic
You cried
Would you rather not have a go
And change the world
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, you could be happy
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, you could be happy
Choices
You make good choices
To change our world
So you could be happy
Oh, he changed you
I mean I did not like him
No, I never liked him
Which made me not like you
Not like I used to do
No, we were never, no, we were never
We were never friends
So you could be happy
So you could be happy
Choices
You make good choices
That change our world
So you could be happy
Choices
You make good choices
To change our world
So you could be happy
At the over thirties singles night
The over thirties singles night
It's bleak, it's bleak, it's bleak
It's bleak, it's bleak, it's bleak
It's bleak, it's bleak, it's bleak
At the over thirties singles night
The over thirties singles night
It's bleak, it's bleak, it's bleak
It's bleak, it's bleak
See you next week
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Huck And Jim
Sitting by the window, she's
Sitting by the door, her
Nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking through the window no more
No, no more
No more
Some fun, look dumb
Put a stone in the musical window
She don't buy high time
Disco, won't you leave me alone
Down, she won't go
She can't fit through a typical door
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell them about the NHS
When we get there we'll all hang out
Sipping 40's with Huck and Jim
Everywhere sham Bohemians
Hello magazine bohemians
Terminal chancers who loathe
The privileged who loathe their privilege
The skin upon the custard is hard
Yes, it's hard
Flat scum, you got some
Hanging from a toe in a tenth-floor window
Pass out, no bar
There's no theoretical look down
There is no down
Something's gone and you're missing it now
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way-oh (no way-oh)
No way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell them about the DSS
When we get there we'll all hang out
Sipping 40's with Huck and Jim, yeah
We're going to America. yeah
We're gonna tell them about the NHS
When we get there we'll all hang out
Sipping buckie with the boys
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Glimpse Of Love
Won't someone
Bring, bring me just a glimpse of love
Love love
Love is gonna come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah yeah
I need love
So someone better bring me a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah
A flash
A glimpse of perfect abs
In flimsy floral dress
Shows off her slender frame
Enjoys a private stroll
Love love
Love is gonna come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah yeah
Off duty beauty
Keeping it real
She's got
Flawless features
Grabs a bite to eat
Stepping out
Sports a bruise on her neck
As she's heading to
To the studio
Decadent
No, she's never been shy
No, she's never, never
Never been shy
Love love
Love is gonna come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah yeah
I need love
So someone better bring me a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah yeah
Body observation snap
Body transformation trap
Bring it on, bring it on
Let's makeover
Body transformation snap
Body observation trap
Bring it on, bring it on
Cut, makeover scene
Makeover scene
Makeover
Won't someone
Bring me just a glimpse of love
A glimpse of love
Oh, won't someone
Bring me a glimpse of love
A glimpse of love
Oh, won't someone
Bring me just a glimpse of love
Just a glimpse of love
Love love
Love is gonna come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah yeah
Just a glimpse of love
Just a glimpse of love
Just a glimpse
Just a glimpse
Just a glimpse of
Just a glimpse of love
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Feel The Love Go
Hey, what's that thing that you're doing?
Hey, what's that thing that you do?
No, you're not that thing that you're doing
For the things that you do are not who you are
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over?
Think of a friend (love)
And wish them love
Think of an enemy (more)
And wish them more
See, see the things that you're doing
See, oh see the things that you do
See the things that you do are not who you are
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over here?
Why don't you come over?
Think of a friend (love)
And wish them love
Think of an enemy (more)
And wish them more
Think of an enemy (love)
Like them, wish them all your love
Then feel the love return
Feel the love infinity
Feel the love infinity
Then let it go
Let the love go
Oh, let the love go
Oh, let the love go
Oh, let the love go
Feel the love go
Feel the love go
Feel the love then go
Feel the love then go
Feel the love go (love go)
Feel the love go (the love go)
Feel the love go (go-o)
Feel the love go (love go)
Love go, yeah feel the love go
Yeah feel the love go, go
Yeah feel the love go, oh
Yeah feel the love go, go
Yeah feel the love go, go, oh oh oh oh oh
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Slow Dont Kill Me Slow
Slow, don't take it slow
When you put on that hands
That black velvet cap
Well this is that
Long due occasion
You can wear it as
Don't send this invite back
Slow, don't kill me slow
Don't kill me slow
No, never never
No, don't kill me slow
No, never never
Kill me quick
Kill me quicker
If you can
I cannot take it slow
Don't kill me slow
When you showed your executioner's cap to me
You put it on for me
Said that I would see
You'd kill whatever
Sapped your love for me
So put it on for me
Put it on again oh
Slow, don't kill me slow
No, never never
No, don't kill me slow
No, never never
Kill me quick
Kill me quicker
If you can
I cannot take it slow
Don't kill me
Don't go back to high-res timelapses
And shift or pass me
Be leaves then snow into still life ripens
Stop motion, perishing
Feast of larvae explode
Blue dust shadow of mould
Writer: Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Julian Victor Corrie, Paul Robert Thomson, Robert Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
