Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Schoolin’, artist - Everything Everything.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Schoolin’ |
Brother you look like the Taj Mahal |
One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other |
A pillar and a scimitar |
A little… |
Yes I miss you like a formless hide |
Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper |
The scaffold of me all awry |
A little… |
Broke your shoulder on the library steps |
Hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever |
What do you mean you saw the stars? |
You little… |
I could write it in a murder font |
I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever |
I don’t want them to tell us apart! |
You say that I’m an overlord? |
I’ve got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant |
In watery blasts, then all of my past! |
You seen me on the bridge a lot. |
But I never leapt over, the pent upper |
My number is up, my number is up |
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing «Praise the lord» |
And «Pitter patter this schooling? |
Is this schooling?"and «You matter not, |
and you matter not» |
And is it, the flogging of a Flintstone |
That I’m supposed to be? |
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' |
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on |
(Teach me how to hold) |
And I don’t wanna make a scene |
I don’t wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever |
'Cause thinking always comes across |
A little… |
There’s a meeting of the worlds tonight |
Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever |
I barely ever raise my eyes |
A little |
(Teach him how to hold!) |
And oh I wanna make the peace |
And God I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids oh please |
I’m whining like a breaking bus |
Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser |
I’m not about to open up! |
You say that I’m an overlord? |
I’ve got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant |
In watery blasts, then all of my past! |
You seen me on the bridge a lot. |
But I never leapt over, the pent upper |
My number is up, my number is up |
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing «Praise the lord» |
And «Pitter patter this schooling? |
Is this schooling?"and «You matter not, |
and you matter not» |
And is it, the flogging of a Flintstone |
That I’m supposed to be? |
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' |
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on |
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on |
My number is up, my number is up |
Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one |
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about |
Earth |
Remember how men, would understand the heavens |
But leaving those streetlights on |
You can’t see nothing there |
So learn me anything good |
Teach me something that works, I take a long time, to learn about the big one |
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth |
Remember good men, would understand the heavens |
And leaving those streetlights on |
A ghost dark hemisphere Earth |
I take a long time, to learn about the big one |
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about |
Earth |
Remember good man, you understand the heavens |
But leaving those streetlights on? |