Lyrics Upsilon - Dutch Uncles

Upsilon

The notion of a pile against
My leaking spittle innocence
My innocence
Tons o' luck, your kiss with tongues
Laid back contact what you want
Is it boy?
Imitate these soldier’s eyes
Who dares wins to TV light
And it’s a flame untied
For such a lame denial
Tonight
A people’s talking history
Some flat and yellow infancy
And is it fate?
A holiday but not that great
A gross mistake?
But speak it ease my Django
Speak it ease my tongue
(What you want, what you want)
I reckon you my hero
I reckon you my song
(What you want, what you want)
I’m speaking of the tango
Speaking of the one
(One you want, one you want)
(What you want, what you want)
Reckon you’ll find what you want
Look and you’ll find fun
(What you want, what you want)
And now I’m fair with a life
That no one can find
Thinking of a place to ride
A guillotine, my state of mind
A selfish thing to do, bizarrely
There’s no one you can use
And it’s calling
To a status, that I must choose
Speak it ease my Django
Speak it ease my tongue
(What you want, what you want)
I reckon you my hero
Reckon you my song
(What you want, what you want)
I’m speaking of the one you want
Speaking of the one
(One you want, one you want)
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
Reckon you my hero
Reckon you my fun
(What you want, what you want)
Deep in my work I can limp
There in the Nile of my wrist
Deep in the soil of my ribs
Deep in my work I can live
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
There in the Nile of my wrist
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
Deep in the soil of my ribs
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
Wherever denial can exist
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
And deep in my work, I can limp
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
There in the Nile of my wrist
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
There in the soil of my ribs
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
Wherever denial can exist
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
(Upsilon, Upsilon)
I can limp