International Tweexcore Underground - Los Campesinos!

Please Don't Tell Me To Do The Math(s) - Los Campesinos

We know that we could sell your magazines
If only you could give your life to literature just
Don't read Jane Eyre!
Work on your algebra
And stand out in the rain
And give yourself to simple pleasures but
Never play card games!

Meanwhile, back at home
Not in Communist Russia
Well only on my headphones
We plot our march onto the town hall
And if we’d take prisoners
Or simply simper at those fools

Please don’t tell me to do the math
Please don’t tell me to do the math

Tonight we’re gonna smash this place up
And then we’re gonna deck it out with fairy lights 'til
We are content!
And then we’ll maybe drown in Dewey decimal
But leave our shoes off at the door ‘cause
That was the point!
Of us at home with the moon
Pouring through the curtains
Working on our attitude
Towards the second hand book shop employees
Reading the inscriptions
That were never meant for their eyes

Please don’t tell me to do the math x4

I’m stitching up each one of your pockets
So when we are together you’ll maybe look a little less bored
I’m sticking your fingers into sockets
To kick-start your little heart and maybe sleep a tiny bit more
Oh maybe we should read more into the books that we adore
Perhaps we should drink less vitamin C
And now I’m shouting out in capital letters
“I WILL THROW YOU HIGH FIVES IF YOU KEEP YOUR OWN SECRETS!!”

It Started With A Mixx - Los Campesinos

Trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop
Some crappy artwork that took way way too long to draw
Handwritten tracklisting restarted every time the pen smudged
Encoded title doesn't give away as much as it should

It started with a mixx
(How did it come to this)
I think it always will

You Me Dancing - Los Campesinos

The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers
and were winding up straight in your sneakers.
And I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle
like all my dance heroes would if they existed.

And yeah it's sad that you think that we're all just scenesters
(and even if we were it's not the scene you're thinking of)
to taking props from nineties boy band fashions
all crop tops and testosterone passion.

If there's one thing I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step.

It's you!
It's me!
And there's dancing! (x2)

Not sure if you mind if I dance with you,
but I don't think right now that you care about anything at all.
And oh, if only there were clothes on the floor,
I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing.
And it's all flailing limbs at the front line.
Every single one of us is twisted by design
and dispatches from the back of my mind
say as long as we're here everything is alright.

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step.

It's you!
It's me!
And there's dancing! (x2)