Elbow’s song lyrics are ‘different’

The elbow  above isn’t mine. (courtesy of google images)

I love Elbow.

No not my elbows, I don’t really take much notice of them, (Well, that’s a fib, I do.)

I’m referring to Elbow the group with Guy Garvey as the lead singer. He’s got a lovely gruff, tuneful voice. Check them out, they have some great songs.

The reason I’m mentioning their songs is I’ve noticed how they put some ‘different’ lyrics to most bands in their records. (Well ‘records’ isn’t the word I meant because who has records nowadays? However,  I’d already put the word ‘songs’ in that sentence and I didn’t want to repeat myself.) 

I expect by now you’ve either stopped reading or are saying to yourself, ‘get on with it!’

OK, OK hold your horses!

So shall I give you a few examples?

OK I will then. Oh, and please don’t just agree with me to keep me happy, if you think the lyrics are ‘run of the mill’  normal, tell me so.

(The night will always win) 

I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But not the state I’m in
The night will always win

Lyrics to Lippy Kids :

Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
Though I never perfected the simian stroll
The cigarettes and it was everything then

Lyrics to Grounds For Divorce :

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kidI’ve been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce
Whoah
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Whoah
Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse
Whoah
There’s a tiny cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keepThere’s a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall
There’s a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall

Lyrics to An Audience With The Pope :

Sweet Jesus I’m on fire
She has the sweetest, darkest eyes
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn’t hold me
But god I’m easy bruised
But so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she’s asked me to do
Would see a senior saint
forgetting his nameI have an audience with the pope
And I’m saving the world at 8
But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me
Everybody’s gonna have to waitWhere could she be?
Was that a minute or an hour?
Where could she be?
She turns the hours into days.Kill me phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring.

Do you see what I mean? What you don’t get with just the lyrics is the fantastic music and singing that goes with them. I could listen to all the songs mentioned over and over again. The band is unbelievably good. 

I want to see them live but haven’t been able to yet. I’m sure one day my dream will come true.