6 résultats trouvés pour Arctic_Monkeys

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I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches
Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late
She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine? Oh, ah

I guess what I'm tryin' to say is I need the deep end
Keep imaginin' meetin', wished away entire lifetimes
Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days
Great escape, lost track of time and space
She's a silver linin', climbin' on my desire

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways
So in case I'm mistaken, I
Just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby"
"Are you mine?"

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

Album : AM
Date de sortie : 2013
Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Genres : Musique alternative/indé, Hard rock, Garage rock, Rock psychédélique, Stoner rock
Nominations : NME Award du meilleur clip, NME Award du meilleur morceau, UK Festival Award de l'hymne de l'été
Récompenses : NME Award du meilleur clip
Paroliers : Alex Turner / Nick O'malley
Paroles de R U Mine? Emi Music Publishing Ltd

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOSxM0rNPM

Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the tide?
That sticks around like something's in your teeth
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee

(Do i wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
I sorta hoped that you’d stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if you're heart's still open
And if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt
It's just I'm constantly on the cusp
Of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
We could be together if you wanted to

(Do i wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
I sorta hoped that you’d stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?(1)
Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you

(Do i wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
I sorta hoped that you’d stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

(Do i wanna know?)
Too busy being yours to fall
(Sad to see you go)
Ever thought of calling down
(Do i wanna know?)
Do you want me crawlin' back to you?

Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Album : AM
Date de sortie : 2013
Genres : rock indépendant
Parolier : Alex Turner

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Stop making the eyes at me
And I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me
Is that I don't really want you to

And your shoulders are frozen
(Cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion
(You're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang! Go!

I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if youre looking for romance or what
I don't know what youre looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well from 1984!

I wish you'd stop ignoring me
Because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound yeah you're calling me
And I don't think it's very fair

That your shoulders are frozen
(Cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion
(You're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang! Go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if youre looking for romance or what
I don't know what youre looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well from 1984!

Oh there aint no love no, Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness

I wanna bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if youre looking for romance or what
I don't know what youre looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Said from 1984!

Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Album : Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
Date de sortie : 2006
Récompenses : NME Award du meilleur morceau, UK Festival Award de l'hymne de l'été
Nominations : NME Award du meilleur morceau, UK Festival Award de l'hymne de l'été
Genres : Musique alternative/indé, French Indie, Pop

https://youtu.be/ePg1tbia9Bg

Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom

There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear you

Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at the back
All wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Oh she's running to the streets outside

"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wanking
And I'm not having a nice time

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah I'm sure it's pretty far

And yeah I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

Album : Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Date de sortie : 2006

https://youtu.be/ma9I9VBKPiw

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seemed
My love when you dream them up

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil?

Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up

Oh, flow, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go, oh

You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
You're not coming back again

You're falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
But you're not coming back again

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
(Falling about)
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
(You took a left off Last Laugh Lane)
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
(You were just sounding it out)
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
(You're not coming back again)

Album : Favourite Worst Nightmare
Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Genres : Musique alternative/indé, Rock
Récompenses : NME Award du meilleur morceau, UK Festival Award de l'hymne de l'été
Nominations : NME Award du meilleur morceau, UK Festival Award de l'hymne de l'été

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Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us
With your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted

And I wonder, are you puttin' us under
Cause we can't take our eyes off
The t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator

Some want to kiss, some want to kick you
There's not a net you couldn't slip through
Or at least that's the impression I get
Cause you're smooth and you're wet
And she's not aware yet, but she's yours

She'll be sayin' "Use me,
Show me the jacuzzi"
I imagine that it's there on a plate
Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened
To make them wait for a while

I doubt it's your style
Not to get what you set out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm

(Brian)
Calm, collected, and commandin'
(Top marks for not tryin')
You made the other stories standin'

With your renditions and jokes
Bet there's hundreds of blokes
That have wept cause
You've stolen their thunder

Are you puttin' us under?
Cause we can't take our eyes off
The t-shirt and ties combination
Well see you later, innovator

Album : Favourite Worst Nightmare
Date de sortie : 2007
Artiste : Arctic Monkeys
Genres : Musique alternative/indé, Rock