BLOC PARTY Song Lyrics


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Album:
"Bloc Party [EP]"

1) Banquet
2) Staying Fat
3) She's Hearing Voices
4) The Marshalls Are Dead
5) The Answer


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Album:
"A Weekend In The City"

1) Song For Clay (Disappear Here)
2) Hunting For Witches
3) Waiting For The 7:18
4) The Prayer
5) Uniform
6) On
7) Where Is Home?
8) Kreuzberg
9) I Still Remember
10) Sunday
11) SRXT


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Album:
"Silent Alarm"

1) Like Eating Glass
2) Helicopter
3) Positive Tension
4) Banquet
5) Blue Light
6) She's Hearing Voices
7) This Modern Love
8) Pioneers
9) Price Of Gas
10) Little Thoughts
11) So Here We Are
12) Luno
13) Plans
14) Compliments


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Album:
"Little Thoughts [EP]"

1) Little Thoughts
2) Tulips
3) Storm And Stress
4) Helicopter
5) Skeleton

Album:
"More Songs"

1) One More Chance

Album:
"Little Thoughts"

1) Little Thoughts
2) Tulips
3) Storm And Stress
4) Helicopter
5) Skeleton

Album:
"Intimacy"

1) Ares
2) Mercury
3) Halo
4) Biko
5) Trojan Horse
6) Signs
7) One Month Off
8) Zephyrus
9) Talons
10) Better Than Heaven
11) Ion Square
12) Flux
13) Letter To My Son
14) Your Visits Are Getting Shorter

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BLOC PARTY [EP]

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Staying Fat

I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
A pair of trainers (I've got mine)
Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours)

I exist on (apropos)
I insist on (arctic snow)
A change of clothing (will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking dread or...

I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
The manmade fibres (I've got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours)

I decide on (apropos)
I retreat from (arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse (will fill the void)
For a new world order (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking dread or...
In a pile of days between no oceans
All the kids are rioting
There's no art in a broken head
All the kids are staying fat

And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It's called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
It's called progress
If they want to kill themselves
Then buy them the gowns
It's called progress

Progress

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