Robots in Disguise все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Picture the scene
Crowds circle over 2010
The robots are on tour again
In separate transport stay together for their art
A new album written continents apart
Flash back ten years back to the start
Back to the start
Back to the start

Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!

Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!

Let us celebrate the foreign glamour of boys
Their allure is left unexplained
Their features and form alien to girls as described by girls
Scant chance for us to consume the beauty of the male body for pleasure

The body of boys, the blood of boys x8

Kappa jackets, Puma trainers, Farrahs, mullets, flicks

Oh woah woah woah woah, la la la la la,
Oh woah la la la, la la la la la
Oh woah la la la, la la la la la,

Chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),
We're linked to each-other with chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),
Is it coz I'm you, and you're me, and we're chains,
Linked to each-other with chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),

Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living

Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning

Don't take, don't take, don't break my amateur art
Ne te moques pas, te fous pas, te fous pas, casses pas
Ne plaisantes pas avec mon art

We're the Blue Peter generation
Brought up on amateur creation
Check our hobbies and collections
Our lower middle class directions

Was your hair cut by the council?
Two in one, Louise Brookes and Shirley Temple.
One Madonna glove and a jacket too tight.
Are you wearing your whole badge collection out tonight?

I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it

Shake your head and bite your hand
On the floor for the crazy dance
Shake your head and bite your hand
Get ready for the crazy dance
On the floor, in your pants
Get ready for the crazy dance

Don't look at your watch 'cuz you ain't got the time

You like to throw up words
Speak to us s'if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I'm a dog I'm a pig I'm a cow I'm a bird (Tweet Tweet)

Your tongue twists ans scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex - Oh Blah Blah Blah

You like to throw up words
Speak to us s'if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I'm a dog I'm a pig I'm a cow I'm a bird (Tweet Tweet)

Your tongue twists ans scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex - Oh Blah Blah Blah

Funny how you look at my hi-fi
Touch my hi-fi
Like to listen to my hi-fi
Now I'm gone

Do you really want just another hi-fi,
Or do you want mine?
Do you really want just another hi-fi,

Hot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip

You're talking about me, cos I'm front page news
Flicking the pages baby and feeling for clues
You're talking about me, and it's all over the web

give me a proud look and your lying tongue
come on; sing your song
be my lust puppet let's burn long
come on; speak in wrongs
power is calling
I'm falling, I'm falling down
help me, I'm dirty
I'm dirty, I'm dirty, I'm dirty

Je respire l'air doux de la cité
Cité, cité ah-ah
On circule aux couleurs des néons
Néons, néons ah-ah
Je m'imagine dans un film Français
Français, Français ah-ah
Dans cette foutue mercedes blanche
Dans cette foutue mercedeeeees!

Wanna the makeup, the clothes 'n the fashion magazines
Gotta the tits 'n the cache,
I'm a turn-on in tight jeans
Gimmee the make-up, the clothes 'n the fashion magazines
Luvva ma tits 'n ma cache,
I'm a turn-on in tight jeans
(who cares if I can work machines?)

wanna the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines

gotta the tits n the cache,

i'm a turn-on in tight jeans

gimmee the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines

Oh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow Oh Oh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow
She's a colour scientist

White boots white belt white badge
To wear in wear out
Her grooves her heat she's bad
To show off show out
Pearl lips peach nips pink vadge

Oh oh, oh no
Uh oh, uh oh
Oh no
Stupid, stupid

The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid

Fear of an enemy
A hand to a face
Words I overhear
Stop starting histories
A code in a look
What's that number?
What's that number?

I woke up weak today and needing your voice
Crawled into the speakers and turned up the volume
Felt so sick today but cured by your noise
My head in the speakers is drowning out volumes

In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm falling falling
In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm losing losing
In "Curl" and "Grazes" I'm feeling feeling

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh

I saw your face last night on TV
I chant your name all night in dreamland
I spy your shadow at the bus stop
I kiss your image in the paper

You're voodoo I like you I like you I do

One two three four
If you wanna start a band

We flew NY to LA left unpaid on the plane on the pavement with jetlag oh
Did you hire a PA, no. Lost in tears on the strip this ain’t no glamour trip oh
Missed a nightflight from Rome oh you don’t wanna talk about that but you are gonna rock the boat
Champagne in the speakers oh but that wasn’t us coz we were drinking Prosecco