Los Campesinos
Dreams Don't Become You
?????You turn like a phraseAnd I fell beside youIt's a shame to let a little skinTo get in the wayAnd faint praiseThe home of the vainBut babe, dreams don't become youAnd God, how I wish that ICould have seen your faceWrite another one about your motherFrom the vantage of a calloused younger brotherObliged to write the songs that no one listens toWell, could you blame them, ohOh, could you blame them?And there's youIn twenty-ought-twoBefore this befell youStill listlessly unawareJust where you're headed toAnd meStill ten-stone and threeSongtexteThough worn out, less lovelyHaving plainly faced the strainOf my iniquityJust write another sad one for your motherOr this incestuous obsession with your sisterYou long to write the songs someone would listen toBut can you blame them?Well, can you blame them?Oh, no, no, no.Not quite what we used to beForestall this lifelong dream to will yourself to ?????Your once elegant lines now so sadly sungAnd hot from the heat of a freshly empty bus seatThere are no promises in lifeAnd I've never meant to live mine so undignifiedBut I swear that I won't hesitate next timeNo, not next timeWell, you're too kind
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