Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four Simple Words, artist - Frank Turner. Album song Songbook, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Xtra Mile
Song language: English
Four Simple Words |
Because we’re all so very |
Twenty-first century |
You’re probably listening to me |
On some kind of portable stereo |
Maybe you’re sitting on the back of the bus |
Or it’s running up your sleeve and you’re across from your boss |
Or you’re sitting in your bedroom on your own |
With the lights down low |
I’d like to teach you four simple words |
So the next time you come to a show |
You could sing those words back at me |
Like they’re the only words that you know |
I want to dance, I want to dance |
I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance |
But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something |
Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance |
I want to dance |
Heigh ho heigh ho heigh ho! |
We’re heading out to the punk rock show! |
Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile |
Yeah, but this is my culture, man, this is my home |
The dark huddled masses gather at the gate |
Yeah, the doors are at seven and the show starts at eight |
A few precious hours in a space of our own |
And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know |
I want to dance, I want to dance |
I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance |
But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something |
Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance |
I want to dance |
Yeah, is anybody else sick of the music that’s churned out by lackluster |
scenesters from Shoreditch? |
Yeah, it’s all sex, drugs and sins, like they’re extras from Skins! |
But it’s OK, cause they don’t really mean it! |
I want bands who had to work for their keep |
Drove a thousand miles and played a show on no sleep |
Sleeping on the floor at a stranger’s place |
Hungry just to do it all again the next day! |
I want to dance, I want to dance |
I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance |
But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something |
Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance |
I want to dance |
So put your hands on your hips |
And bring your knees in tight |
Yeah, we do this shit together man |
No fists, no fights! |
We’re not trying to save the world |
So people think like us |
We just want our own space to dance, man |
No favours, no fuss |
Yeah, on blood, sweat and vinyl we have built ourselves a house |
If the roof is on fire, then we’re gonna put it out |
Forget about your bitching and remember that you’re blessed |
Because punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest |
Alright |
Somebody told me that music with guitars |
Was going out of fashion and I had to laugh |
This shit wasn’t fashionable when I fell in love |
If the hipsters move on, why should I give a fuck? |
I wanna dance, I wanna dance |
I want me some lust, some love, and a smattering of that old time romance |
But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something |
Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance |
Yeah, I want to dance |
I want to dance |
I want you and me both to join hands down at the front |
So the next time I see you, remember these words, oh |
We’ll sing like the barricades are down and we’ll dance like no one’s around |
Singing four simple words |