Ready For The Floor - Hot Chip

Shake A Fist - Hot Chip

My Piano - Hot Chip

I clamored for love today
The notes are all broke
I wrapped all the pages ‘round
And made me a home
I opened my mouth today
The teeth and the nose
I ran my hand ‘cross the scales
Here’s what I wrote…

It’s my piano
It’s my piano
It’s my piano, so
You leave it all alone
It’s my piano
It’s my piano, so
It’s my piano
You leave it all alone (x2)

I couldn’t come up today
I fell in a hole
Everything’s brown today
Even my gold
My wrist is full holding it
And you I behold
I want to be on with it
And weep and grow old…

It’s my piano
It’s my piano
It’s my piano, so
You leave it all alone
It’s my piano
It’s my piano, so
It’s my piano
You leave it all alone (x4)

Arrest Yourself - Hot Chip

I do my best to dehidrate me
but i think you'll forsake
me when i'm deep inside
and make me like i'm locked in a lake
i do my best to rehidrate you
at the risk of asurtity
there's nothing less between us
but save all emergancy

Arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself

(weird noises)

if there's ???? in my diction
then i think it's a fliction
if there's factor
i've lost my fliction
then i think it's affected
if it's lose around your neck
you should take it
only with affection
if you feel it coming on
to get the way ??????

Arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself
arrest yourself

Colours - Hot Chip

Colours are what
keep me alive
colours are what
to hold in my head

colours are where my
my old meets new
colours are where my
my brain finds blue

colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours

bursts are where
i find a face
bursts are made
to colour me rich
bursts are blocks
stickle bricks
bursts of colour
until i'm sick

colours and colours and colours of colours
(i only wanted for to see)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(there's nothing in this heart but me)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(everything you want is not free)
colours and colours and colours of colours

colours and colours and colours of colours
(i'm everything a girl could need)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(there's nothing in this heart but me)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(if everything you want is free)

Playboy - Hot Chip

April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
There's only so much sorrow a man can take
I cant change my face, Don't you remember

You know when I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should never have got talkin' all that jive
Now theres only one way for me to stay alive

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

So long to contentendedness
I reckon next time I'll march in favor
So long I've felt a blessedness
No more is this a taste I want to savor

I Know how I dig you on
You can know only see, so far
But never was there more to say
Less, to do, before, turn away

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

And I Was A Boy From School - Hot Chip

And i was a boy from school
helplessly helping all the rules
and there was a boy at school
hopelessly wrestling all his fools
and there was a girl at school
blaming all the words she learned from home
nothing could keep her a child
long hours don't you know we try

we try but we didnt have long
we try but we don't belong
we try but we didn't have long
we try but we don't belong

now i met you on the street
heartlessly breaking rules we meet
lives are found and lives are lost
say goodbye to nothing everything cost
now i find you on the street
breaking rules hopelessly we meet
loves are found and loves are lost
say goodbye to everything, nothing cost.

we try but we didnt have long
we try but we don't belong
we try but we didn't have long
we try but we don't belong

i got i got i got lost
you said this was the way back
i got i got i got lost
you said this was the way back
i got i got i got lost
you said this was the way back

we try but we didnt have long
we try but we don't belong
we try but we didn't have long
we try but we don't belong

Over And Over - Hot Chip

Laid back
laid back
laid back, we'll give you laid back
laid back
laid back
laid back, i'll give you laid back

over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when i feel this way i really am with you

laid back
laid back
laid back, i'll give you laid back

over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when you look this way i really am with you

started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you)
i got to thinking that i mean just what you do (tell you)
started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you, tell you, tell you, tell you)
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i

Over And Over - Hot Chip

Laid back
laid back
laid back, we'll give you laid back
laid back
laid back
laid back, i'll give you laid back

over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when i feel this way i really am with you

laid back
laid back
laid back, i'll give you laid back

over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when you look this way i really am with you

started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you)
i got to thinking that i mean just what you do (tell you)
started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you, tell you, tell you, tell you)
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i