Belle and Sebastian
I Know Where The Summer Goes - Lyrics by Belle and Sebastian
I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun
When you're under the thumb
I know where the summer dwells
If your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell
I know where the summer goes
If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl
With the smell of hot desk
And the glitter of your step
He was right, he's the upcoming guru of the city
No one told the city councillors
I know, you can tell me againI've got my mobile phone
Full of silicon chips
No one likes a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emergeI will race you up the hill
Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you
Look twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair
They ran a book on his looks
Odds on was the noble pose and
The denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour
But the boy came from nowhere to
Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight
Woo, i love the lyrics to the song! I came acroos it a moment ago when I was looking on Belle and Sebastian's site, which is very useful if you want to know the lyrics of thier songs, you just go on
www.belleandsebastian.co.uk
and click on the Jeepster web and then on Discogrophy and then select which albumn you want to know what the lyrics are!
Life is so good today! Came Fourth in Interhouse netball second lesson, but i'm not REALLY that bothered. I am SUCH a good Centre!
I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun
When you're under the thumb
I know where the summer dwells
If your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell
I know where the summer goes
If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl
With the smell of hot desk
And the glitter of your step
He was right, he's the upcoming guru of the city
No one told the city councillors
I know, you can tell me againI've got my mobile phone
Full of silicon chips
No one likes a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emergeI will race you up the hill
Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you
Look twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair
They ran a book on his looks
Odds on was the noble pose and
The denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour
But the boy came from nowhere to
Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight
Woo, i love the lyrics to the song! I came acroos it a moment ago when I was looking on Belle and Sebastian's site, which is very useful if you want to know the lyrics of thier songs, you just go on
www.belleandsebastian.co.uk
and click on the Jeepster web and then on Discogrophy and then select which albumn you want to know what the lyrics are!
Life is so good today! Came Fourth in Interhouse netball second lesson, but i'm not REALLY that bothered. I am SUCH a good Centre!
2 Comments:
hey! i emailed you! umm ur added to my contacts so you should be able to email me. im at work and this computer sucks so i cant really type now but i'll talk to u later. XOX Sara
hey. k i emailled you to tell you that i added you to my contacts. did you get that email?? ummm k what i am going to do: my friend has my old hotmail account, i'll get it back from her and you can have it or share it or something cause maybe it's just your email. i don't know. it's like 730 in the morning i shouldn't be thinking.
but did you get my email? i'll e mail you again just in case and i'll let you know about the whole hotmail plan. k buhbyes --Sara XOX
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