Spoon - Lucifer Lyrics
Held
"We're rolling, take two (okay, we're rolling, take five)
Double track"
For the first time in my life
I let myself be held, yeah, like a big old baby, whoa
And I surrender, mmm, to your charity, woo
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Orange and black
In a perfect blue sky
"Let's do the fill twice as long
The little break
Do the fill twice as long
Two, three"
I lay back in the tall grass
I let the ants cover me
For the first time in my life
I am moving away
Moving away, moving away
Moving away
From within the reach of me
Yeah, all the while being held like a, like a, like a big old
Writer: John Britt Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
The Hardest Cut
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
You took off in the dead of night
But before you did
Got your hair combed right, yeah
The neighborhood watch knows the score
And they're knocking at your door
Let 'em knock some more
They're saying you need a little protection
But following the leader
Gonna turn you off the religion
It's coming down
The hardest cut
World wars in your mind
Long day into night
The hardest cut
We live on a knife
Here it come now
Here it come now
Here it is the hardest cut
I took off in the dead of night
But before I did
Got my affairs in order and my boots on
The hallelujah choir needs the score
And they're knocking at my door
Let 'em knock some more
They'll say I need a little direction
But following the leader
Gonna turn me off the religion
(Oh yeah)
It's coming down
The hardest cut
World wars in my mind
Long day into night
The hardest cut
We live on a knife
Here it come now
Here it come now
Here it is the hardest cut
(La, la-la)
(Ooh)
It's coming down
The hardest cut
World wars in my mind
Long day into night
The hardest cut
Who's taking the knife
Here it come now
Here it come now
Here it is the hardest cut
Writer: John Britt Daniel, Alex Fischel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Devil & Mister Jones
How did it happen?
How did it get this far?
How did it ever start?
And do you feel the same?
Mister Jones
He drive on empty, yeah
Mister Jones
Don't he drive it down?
There's juju raining down all around you, yeah
Makes you heavy mental
It makes you tense
Hear his name spoken in every room
Everybody saving up for
What he is selling
Mister Jones
Oh, every mark
Is looking out for
What he is selling
What he is selling
Mister Jones
He'll tell your mother
Mm, that she can sing again
And he will sell her
His only melody
And yesterday
He made a blind man see, yeah
And then tomorrow
He'll take back everything
Careful standing by him, he'll lock in for good
Set you aside for later and won't forget
Now he got you working
Throwing dice his way
Everybody saving up for
What he is selling
Mister Jones
He got the bags
You can carry
Yourself to hell in
Oh, yourself to hell in
Mmm, yeah
There's juju coming down all around you, yeah
Makes you heavy mental
It makes you tense
Hear his name, it's spoken in every room
Everybody's saving up for
What he is selling
Mister Jones
Oh, every mark is saving up for
What he is selling
Oh, what he is selling
Ooh, this world is fragile
We're aware
Quite acutely
And I know
All he wants
Chance to prove it
Absolutely
Mister Jones
Writer: Andrew Cashen, John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Wild
I was reminded every measure
Riding trade winds, buried treasure
I got on fine with modern living
But must I be such a citizen?
And the world, still so wild, called to me
I was lost, I'd been kept on my knees
Mmm-ah
Trippers and askers
They surrounded me
All them describing
How they'd like me
All them wanting
Something special
Bring 'em roses
Sing them blues
And the world, still so wild, called to me
I'd been caught, I was lost on my knees
Mmm-ah
I looked full over all the lies and
Appealing to me, advertising
And I was living tight every night, ah
And the world, still so wild, called to me
I was lost, I'd been kept on my knees
And the world, still so wild, called to me
Writer: Jack Antonoff, John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Babe
What do you get when you add it up?
Same walls every day and night
But there you were, there you are
Down somewhere we used to know
We used to go
Training our focus on late night TV, cheap wine
Showing up late, then we work quarter, quarter time
And I would get locked up
Hold my breath, sing my heart out
Beat my chest for my babe
Let our hearts beat in time
Let the love go on and on now
My babe
What do you get when you add it up?
The same walls every day and night
But there you were, there you are
Down somewhere we used to know
We used to go
What do I do when the skies open up their rain?
Oh, what do I say when the pressure comes down my lane?
Oh, I would get locked up
Hold my breath, sing my heart out
Beat my chest for my babe
Let our hearts beat in time
Let the love go on and on now
My babe
My babe
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Oh, sign my name, hold my breath
Sing my heart out, beat my chest for
My babe
Let our love beat in time
Let our hearts go on and on now
My babe
Sign my name, hold my breath
Sing my heart out, beat my chest for
My babe
Oh, let our love beat in time
Let the love go on and on now
My babe
Writer: John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Feels Alright
Feels alright to me
Standing here by myself
A photograph with no correction
From me or anybody else
I could dream a thousand dreams
Nothing could measure up
To being out here just needing nothing
Living on no one else
I feel the night creeping
But we ain't sleeping
Mmm, I feel the night
Screaming, street dreaming
Ooh, yes, telling you what it's meaning
I feel the night
Feels alright to me
Standing here by myself
A photograph with no correction
No need for redirection
I feel the night, creeping
No one's sleeping
I feel the light
Come on now, talk to me
Ooh, yes, you can see it through me
Ah, I feel the night
Mmm, ah-la-la-la
Mmm, ah-la-la-la
Mmm, ah-la-la-la
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I feel the night, huh
What you got, when you got it all
You're sleeping
Here comes the night
You can talk to me, yeah
I know you see through me, ah
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Writer: Alex Fischel, John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
On the Radio
It ain't tragic
It's like magic
Maybe I was born into it
I think I was born into it
They say, "how come you still play that game, John Britt?"
'Cause I was born to it
Yeah, I know I was born to it
And you know all I'm looking for
On the radio
Ooh, on the radio
They're talking to me
All night, on the radio
If you know it like you show it
Maybe you were born to it
Ah, maybe you were born to it
And I know what you're looking for
On the radio
Ooh, on the radio
They're talking to me
All night, on the radio
It ain't tragic
It's like magic
I think I was born to it
Yeah, I know I was born to it
And you know all I'm looking for
Is
On the radio
On the radio
They're talking to me
All night on the radio
Writer: John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Astral Jacket
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Mmm, God walks into the room softly
You feel it
When you hear that sound
Oh, God talks
Motions to you casually
Motions to you blissfully
Oh, and if you let it
In the blink of an eye
You can feel so fine
You can lose all track of time
In the blink of an eye
You can feel it
You can move in light divine
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Sheila
I come at you sideways
When yesterday's
Come looking for me
But, Sheila
You're whispering to me
It's heavenly
In the blink of an eye
You feel so fine
You move in light divine
In the blink of an eye
You feel it
You lose all track of time
In the blink of an eye
You can let yourself go
You lose all track of time
In the blink of an eye
The skip of a heart
The skip of a heart, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Writer: John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Satellite
I'll be your satellite
Out here on my own
I know where you draw the line
I know what you draw it for
We used to walk that line
I know what you draw it for
You got them that loves you
Got them that you adore
I see angels above you
But I know I love you more
I know I love you more
I know I love you more
I know I love you more
I'll be your satellite
No one can come close
And I know where you draw the line
Know what you draw it for
And things got cruel, you know I know it
But we done damage all along
You got angels above you
I know I love you more
I know I love you more, oh
I know I love you more
I know I love you more
Oh, my heavy star
Up there on your own
When you're feeling haunted
I'm your satellite
When it all comes crashing down
I'll come and make it right
'Cause nothing's gonna break you
No one's gonna bring you down
Nothing's gonna shake you
While I'm your satellite
I'm your satellite
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Writer: John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lucifer on the Sofa
Cashed out in the front room
Ashes stain his lips
Lucifer on the sofa
Staring at you
You've been counting weekends
Never getting dressed
Speaking in third person
Trying to forget
What am I gonna do
With your last cigarettes
All your old records
All your old cassettes?
You hit the corner market
Feel the winter sky
Looking through the windows
As you're passing by
Mmm-mmm, and I'm chasing every thought
And I'm walking over water
Thinking 'bout what I lost
What am I gonna do with
With your last cigarettes
All your old letters
Everybody knows
That I'm stuck with all your pictures
A box of cigarettes
All your old records
All your old cassettes
Now you're cruising up Lavaca
Against the traffic lights
Gonna walk all evening, yeah
There's no one out tonight
Now you're thinking about Dale Watson
Thinking about turquoise
All along West Avenue
While those black birds make their noise
Tell me truth later
And just lie tonight
For now, I need peace
And nothing feels right
And I'm stuck with all your pictures
A box of cigarettes
All your old records
Yes, and all your old cassettes
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-mmm
Ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Writer: Alex Fischel, John Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.