ARCTIC MONKEYS FAN BLOG: agosto 2009

A estas alturas el disco se ha filtrado, pudiera parecer que 10 canciones es muy poco pero la calidad no ha disminuido y eso al final de cuentas es lo más importante. Entre tantas reseñas y críticas que ha recibido Humbug, sólo queda evidenciado que es un buen album, recibe entre 3 y 4 estrellas y seguramente estará entre las listas de lo mejor del año.
La tercera placa de Arctic Monkeys demuestra madurez y sus influencias, esto es parte de la reseña... mañana continuaré, por lo pronto les dejo la letra de las canciones que componen el album, los bonus disponibles en la versión japonesa y les debo Sketchead, aunque está disponible para descarga.

Tracklist:

1. My Propeller
2. Crying Lightning
3. Dangerous Animals
4. Secret Door
5. Potion Approaching
6. The Fire and The Thud
7. Cornerstone
8. Dance Little Liar
9. Pretty Visitors
10.The Jeweller's Hands

Bonus

11. Red Right Hand
12. I Haven't Got My Strange

Bonus de iTunes

13. Sketchead

My Propeller
If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can't hold down the urgency
You've got to make your decent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It's a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out my, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller won't spin and I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
My propeller

Crying Lightning
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

Dangerous Animals
Pinned down by the dark

Been fighting with my sheets
Nearly crying in my sleep
Yes, I'm battering that welt-up gripe
The most frustrating type
You should have racing stripes
The way you keep me in pursuit
Sharpen the heel of your boot
And you press it in my chest
and you make me weeze
Into my knees you do promote me

I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
makes my head pirouette
More than
I will be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

The night it figits through
The photo soon revert to you
I'm about as bashful as a tribal dance
the first and final chance
and course the audience
are frighteners and theives
Divided up into, two teams
When the acrobat fell off the beam
She broke everyones heart

I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
makes my head pirouette
More than
I will be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
The most unsuitable bred
It's been long enough now
So lets
Make a mess, lioness

I'm pinned down by the dark
I'm pinned down by the dark

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-L

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-L

Secret Door
Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight's phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushin on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected
How he was ever gonna look to her
Should've been embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

At all the fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along

Potion Approaching
I was biting the timezone and we embellished the backs of our bloodstreams
and threw caution to the colourful
I then fell asleep in the car
until the bumps woke me up in your grip and the tide took me to your mouth
And swept me back down to your calms its them that put me inside the reminder
that yours is the only ocean

(yours is the only ocean)
That I wanna swing from
(yours is the only ocean)
That I wanna hang on

I've got this ego mechanic. She’s always tryin' to give me vitamins.
I should be frightened of your reflection, I preferred her as a cartoon.
If I could be someone else for a week, I’d spend it chasing after you,
Cos she’s not shattered in my attitude, no matter how she folds the potion,

Yours is the only ocean
(Yours is the only ocean)
That I wanna swing from,
(yours is the roley ocean)
That I want to hang onto

(I’m swinging on)
Yours is the only ocean, yours is the roley ocean, yours is the only ocean, yours is the roley ocean.

Potion approaching, shield your eyes,
Potion approaching, visualize,
Holding a token, swollen in size,
Potion approaching, shield your eyes.

But if we’re gonna escape though, we’d really ought to think it through.
Would you like me to build you a go kart?

The Fire and The Thud
You showed me my tomorrow,
Beside a box of matches
Welcome threatenin' stir
My hopes have been stolen
My just ring true depends who you..prefer

If it's true you're gonna run away,
Tell me where,
Ill meet you there

Am i snapping the excitement,
If i pack away the laughter,
And tell you how it feels.
And does burden come to meet ya
If i've questions of the feature
That rolls on your dream reel

The day after you stole my heart,
Everything i touched told me,
It would be better shared with you
And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face,
And as you splashin in my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast
Didn't heal as fast
I Hear your voice in silences
Will the teasing of the fire
Be followed by the thud?

And the jossling crowd
Your not allowed
To tell the truth
An the photobooths, a liar
And the sharpend explanations
But theres no screamin' reason to enquire

I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they'd never see
If it smacked them in their temples

Cornerstone
I thought I saw you in the battleship
but it was only a look-a-like
She was nothing but a vision trick
under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when i asked her if, i could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
huddled up in a wicker chair
I wondered over for a closer look
and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close and she held me very tightly
So that I awfully politely please, can I call you her name

And I elongated my lift home
yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
and kept my shortcuts to myself

I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
messing with the smoke alarm
it was too loud for me to hear her speak
and she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet,
and she wrote it out in letraset,
No, you can't call me her name.

Tell me wheres your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
and i've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
and kept my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in a cornerstone
on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said I'm really not supposed to but yes
You can call me anything you want

Dance Little Liar
I heard the truth was built to bend,
A mechanism to suspend the guilt,
Is what you will acquire,
And still you’ve got to dance little liar.

Just like those fibs to pop and fizz,
And you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz,
And you’re bound to trip,
And she’ll detect the fiction on your lips,
And dig the contradiction up.

And the clean commend the hurt,
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt,
The liar takes a lot less time.

I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me,
It’s not an alibi you need just yet,
Oh no it’s something for those beads of sweat,
Yes that, will get you back to normal.

And after you have dabbed the patch,
You will grieve and then proceed to scratch,
The varnish off that newly added calmness,
So as not to raise any alarms too soon.

And the clean commend the hurt?
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt.

The liar takes a lot less time,
To decide on this saunter,
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone,
Can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?

And the clean commend the hurt.
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt between the dirt.

Pretty Visitors
Tricking through the morning,
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm,
Shifts past your whiskers,
So spark is a charm with the barking alarm,
Weighs coil 'til the corner is turned.

And the battle wields all, struggle to move round,
In your money mind,
Blatantly cape town,
And will interwine in co-operative time,
Shall we sit on the springs 'til the mung goes dry?

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the...

What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reeps through walls and ill fitting thoughts,
A twilight force, she doesn't wanna walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught,
Cannot be nineteen, it's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
Pulled from the after date, you'll have to slip away,
An I'm happy to say,
Behold as the crook in a hammock plays...

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall...

Behold as the crook in the hammock plays,
Crawling with the base of the scales,
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
Gagged, bound and craft in a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp,

Crawling with the base of the scales,
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
You were gagged, bound and craft in a tail,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp.

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall.

The Jeweller's Hands
Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake,
Dull caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger,
Move over toward the danger that you seek

You think excitement has receded,
Then the mirror distracts
The logic of the trans... reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless
And weightless your imagination runs

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

In the moonlight they’re more thrilling,
Those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning, buddled, blowers in the snow,
Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night
Inevitable’s gather to push you around,
Any old voice makes a ... punishing sound
He became laughter’s assassin,
Shortly after he showed you what it was

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

Red Right Hand
Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the humming wires
in the border fires, for you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a "red right hand"

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
and there wont be a single thing
that you can do
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name through
this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand

I Haven't Got My Strange
When I got back from fixing my hair,
You were directing the traffic,
Letting your story slip on the snow,
As if the transmission was automatic,
They sog you up, you're right I shouldn't have been there,
It was fortunate timing,
I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat and my love dropped into the lining.

(Have you got your strange?) Not on me.
I haven't got my strange
(Have you got your strange?) Not on me.

You can't sleep 'til you've sat on the steps,
To weep 'til you feel like you've wept, yeah.
(Hadn't you better get? Forget your strange?)

(Have you got your strange?) No, not on me.
I haven't got my strange.
(Have you got your strange?) Not on me.
I haven't got my strange.
I'd better fetch my strange.
I haven't got my strange.
I haven't got my strange.

*En cuanto encuentre la letra de Sketchead la postearé...por mientras conformense con la canción

Sketchead

http://www.mediafire.com/?ynnyzgiondt

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