To us the world is everything,
It's dangerous to be on your own,
To dream of home.
I watch it and I can't help but play favourites:
A hand-changing card, a face, a heart.
I don't remember how I got down,
I only know there's been some kind of harm done.
[x2]
Miike Snow - Happy to You Album Lyrics
Miike Snow - Happy to You Lyrics
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
The Wave
The first strike of the hammer
Made my heart beat faster
The rat-tat to remind me
That there was something behind me
You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
They told me I wasn't anything
Before the bombs started falling
I was a fee for the master
I was a walking disaster
I know you hear it coming
I know you hear the sound
I know you feel it coming
Don't let it get you down
You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
Made my heart beat faster
The rat-tat to remind me
That there was something behind me
You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
They told me I wasn't anything
Before the bombs started falling
I was a fee for the master
I was a walking disaster
I know you hear it coming
I know you hear the sound
I know you feel it coming
Don't let it get you down
You can hear them
You can hear them banging on the tin
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
But my love won't be saved
We'll all be staring at the wave
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Devils Work
The blind here are so sharp and they cut
The light from a primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society thinks so highly now
This hotel I vomited on
Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You've finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform at (unknown) station
But from a younger era
The lights in the bell house were still on
We all need somebody to love
Beauty clothe the naked
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You've finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
The light from a primitive sun
You know I really wanted her
Society thinks so highly now
This hotel I vomited on
Before I lost the sight of her
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You've finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform at (unknown) station
But from a younger era
The lights in the bell house were still on
We all need somebody to love
Beauty clothe the naked
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken
My hands, I feel like I've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You've finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Vase
There were islands where we spent the days.
There were hunting hounds by the palace grounds, believe me.
She had circles like Romany Marie
She would start the day with the Novocaine, believe me.
By the end of the day
There were coming shocks from the palace clocks, believe me.
There was nothing we could do or say
We were holding hands in the garbage cans, believe me.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
While the innkeep follows us the road gives in to haze
And the smell of water comes.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
You'll never win the game.
When you wander off keep your ballots soft, believe me.
Believe me.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
There were hunting hounds by the palace grounds, believe me.
She had circles like Romany Marie
She would start the day with the Novocaine, believe me.
By the end of the day
There were coming shocks from the palace clocks, believe me.
There was nothing we could do or say
We were holding hands in the garbage cans, believe me.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
While the innkeep follows us the road gives in to haze
And the smell of water comes.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
You'll never win the game.
When you wander off keep your ballots soft, believe me.
Believe me.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
You can wish but this order is thinner than the glaze on a vase.
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
God Help This Divorce
The sun sets for so long on these streets
So many beautiful faces that don't need me
Papers and little useless things
Slide down along the pavement away from me
Taking my tea in silence
Telling strange jokes to myself
God help this divorce
God help this divorce
She was a beauty queen
But I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
No, I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
Go to the bar and say semi-sexist things
Taking my tea in silence
Telling strange jokes to myself
God help this divorce
God help this divorce
She was a beauty queen
But I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
No, I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
So many beautiful faces that don't need me
Papers and little useless things
Slide down along the pavement away from me
Taking my tea in silence
Telling strange jokes to myself
God help this divorce
God help this divorce
She was a beauty queen
But I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
No, I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
Go to the bar and say semi-sexist things
Taking my tea in silence
Telling strange jokes to myself
God help this divorce
God help this divorce
She was a beauty queen
But I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
No, I held her down, down down,
I held her down, down down.
I held her, I held her.
Writer: ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS JOHAN WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)
Can we still find it
Is there a way in
It's gone so long now
With our faces at the wind
Would you come over
Forgive my hard ways
And stay up all night
Like the Chinatown parades
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Say you will
Say you will
I can't be trusted
To wait on hard times
I'd rather run out
And be caught behind the lines
Open corridors
Light up the paintings
Aww, come on over
And keep away the shakes
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
They gave us their machines
They tried but they won't save us
The locked-up luxuries
You'll find that you don't need them at all
If you say that you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Is there a way in
It's gone so long now
With our faces at the wind
Would you come over
Forgive my hard ways
And stay up all night
Like the Chinatown parades
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Say you will
Say you will
I can't be trusted
To wait on hard times
I'd rather run out
And be caught behind the lines
Open corridors
Light up the paintings
Aww, come on over
And keep away the shakes
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
They gave us their machines
They tried but they won't save us
The locked-up luxuries
You'll find that you don't need them at all
If you say that you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
I won't climb out through the other door
If I ask you to
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG, HARRY NILSSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Pretender
I didn't wanna wake up
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
Spent the morning as a pretender
Will this be the age of surrender
The falling dark it lines
The walls let ours combine
I didn't wanna wake up
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
And the children lie in their places
I can see the lines in their faces
The falling dark it lines
The walls let ours combine
I didn't wanna wake up
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
Spent the morning as a pretender
Will this be the age of surrender
The falling dark it lines
The walls let ours combine
I didn't wanna wake up
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
And the children lie in their places
I can see the lines in their faces
The falling dark it lines
The walls let ours combine
I didn't wanna wake up
But then I felt your touch
Now I notice that I drink too much
And the turning of the universe oh
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Archipelago
Please, the ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes
They aren't his, and yet I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief
And though they're serving samovar, somehow I'd rather be
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
I could see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
Please, the blanket and the sheets,
The leaves the gardener rakes are articles of faith
The company believes I'm running derelict around these foreign streets
The colonel knows I want to crack his head for taking me
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
They aren't his, and yet I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief
And though they're serving samovar, somehow I'd rather be
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
I could see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
Please, the blanket and the sheets,
The leaves the gardener rakes are articles of faith
The company believes I'm running derelict around these foreign streets
The colonel knows I want to crack his head for taking me
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Black Tin Box
I bought you a black tin box,
Something to put your jewelry in.
But it struck me as the property of the childless.
It was cold out and warm in.
The edges were sharp.
The edges were sharp.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought he could survive in the black tin box.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought you could survive in the black tin box.
I mailed you a Dutch postcard
Where I tried to be comforting.
There were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk
Playing superman.
But the edges were sharp.
The edges were sharp.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Your sisters and you,
Running through the orange light of the after-day.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought he could survive in the black tin box.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought you could survive in the black tin box.
Something to put your jewelry in.
But it struck me as the property of the childless.
It was cold out and warm in.
The edges were sharp.
The edges were sharp.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought he could survive in the black tin box.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought you could survive in the black tin box.
I mailed you a Dutch postcard
Where I tried to be comforting.
There were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk
Playing superman.
But the edges were sharp.
The edges were sharp.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Take me down the hillside.
Show me where they used to play.
Your sisters and you,
Running through the orange light of the after-day.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought he could survive in the black tin box.
Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks
Thought you could survive in the black tin box.
Writer: ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Paddling Out
The west, the warm, the sunny south
I see it's full of ancients
For call the space between the crave
That sound of road to me too
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
For out to London, maintain crowd around here for the weekend
We hide to take us close before
The sun is gone completely
I used to lie thinking clouds aside here and which was dust
I lie as I throw myself out in the shower cold and thin
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
I see it's full of ancients
For call the space between the crave
That sound of road to me too
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
For out to London, maintain crowd around here for the weekend
We hide to take us close before
The sun is gone completely
I used to lie thinking clouds aside here and which was dust
I lie as I throw myself out in the shower cold and thin
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There's someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
You say isn't it hard?
Paddling out, paddling out
Writer: CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS JOHAN WINNBERG, ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Happy to You is the second studio album by Swedish indie pop band Miike Snow. It was released in the United States on 13 March 2012 by Downtown Records and Universal Republic Records, and in the United Kingdom on 19 March 2012 by Columbia Records.
Miike Snow announced on social media on 31 May 2011 that they were working on a new album. On 6 October 2011, the band began mixing the album. After recording for the album concluded on 29 November 2011, the band started filming the accompanying music videos and finished working on the artwork.
The album was named after an "old mis-spelt phrase" on a Thailand postcard that the band put up in the studio. Band member Christian Karlsson said it has "nothing to do with any of the songs... but it sort of stuck".
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Miike SnowMiike Snow announced on social media on 31 May 2011 that they were working on a new album. On 6 October 2011, the band began mixing the album. After recording for the album concluded on 29 November 2011, the band started filming the accompanying music videos and finished working on the artwork.
The album was named after an "old mis-spelt phrase" on a Thailand postcard that the band put up in the studio. Band member Christian Karlsson said it has "nothing to do with any of the songs... but it sort of stuck".
Genre(s): Indie pop, electropop
Producer(s): Miike Snow
Length: 40:08
Released: March 13th, 2012
Year: 2012