Search results for alps by ratatat

We've found 36 lyrics, 2 artists, and 6 albums matching alps by ratatat:

Artists:

Ratatat · Nine Black Alps


Albums:

Ratatat (Ratatat) · Ratatat (Ratatat) · Nine Black Alps (Nine Black Alps) · Music of the Alps (Trachtenverein Robe) · Nine Black Alps [EP] (Nine Black Alps) · In Love With These Times/Pink Flying Saucers Over the Southern Alps (Hutchinson, Hutch)


by mescalin. 
Noel's chemical effluence 
And we're going right through the alps
Look what happened at the lodge.
Look what happened at the castle.
On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
Bloody hands and broken back
When they fire see him pirouette solo
Jump in time to the rat-a-tat
What a night though
the angels play you are.

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
the angels play you are.

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
much of a force to contain,
And im forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
And I pit
Be-side to "December Will Be Magic Again" single
Written by Kate Bush

Warm and soothing,
That's how I remember home.
Walking into arms
Through
of external pressure.
But this zenith is chased by a curse.
That time seems cruel to our memory.
Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe.
Soon fade
the angels play you are.

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
prospered and grew
Thou shalt know me by my fruits
From the Hercynan forests
To beyond the skyscraping Alps
To which the flight of the crows led us

I am
The Keys, the Alps, the Black Hills and Budapest
With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a-swinging
I'm sorry for leaving

But when the palm trees
on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms beside the rill.
Like banished Swill who view afar his Alps with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the morning
And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
What I depict on scripts too much for the mandem,
on a one-way track
Winding through the Alps
Christmas in a parlor car
With no one else
Hire a car that only knows
A country road in England
Time will fly
the angels play you are.

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
the Alps, lived only on apricots
Picked by the side of the road. 

In Vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only French 
But mostly bickered. 
They fed
made of scalps
Bobby from the block don't got rocks, he got Alps
Get money

Money in the motherfucking jar
Shark fin pastry
Summers on Mars
Twenty
By the margin of the ocean
One pleasant evening in the month of June
The pleasant singing blackbird
His charming notes to tune
Then I saw a woman
as though she had only left
The room to go into the garden and had been delayed by stray
Chickens in the corn. Then he had thought she might
Have eloped
it matters
We climax, without the ladder
Can't desert the future, no Nevada
Her body is a weapon, ratatat her
I spent the night in heaven, I slept with
From the pikes of the Inkas,
From the abysses of Pamir
From the Alps of the Old world,
Some things are clear, some things are not
In the high
the angels play you are.

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
looking aces
Got that crib in the Alps and Jason did buy that helicopter
Gave a quarter mil to the soundman Phil so he could run for Senate
He lost in
looking aces
Got that crib in the Alps and Jason did buy that helicopter
Gave a quarter mil to the soundman Phil so he could run for Senate
He lost in
gone)
And niggas don't know that I'm a Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)
You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider,