Name: Bicycle Thieves
Channel: Saloon
Description: Free MP3 download. Taken from the album "(this is) what we call progress"

Free download

Taken from the album "(this is) what we call progress"

kraut rock folk dreampop

Saloon

This is what we call silky sleek electro robot folk pop, recorded in a glacier under your fridge by Kraftwerk obsessed Elves

"Saloon is the sound of the hopeless future -- the one where everybody wears white pantsuits, drinks blue milk and has sex inside of plastic bubbles" MAGNET "Theremins are waved at frantically. Melodicas fellated mercilessly. Guitars crunched valliantly and beats syncopated splendidly whilst vocalist Amanda ruminates in a tri-lingual whammy of heartbreaking plaintiveness" SLEEZENATION "Bliss on a stick, basically" SEE-THRU MUSIC

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Indie

Charts

Peak #198

Peak in subgenre #48

Author

Saloon

Rights

Belmondo 2003

Uploaded

December 16, 2003

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Lyrics

Shelter, in library
From rattle, machinery.
Try to articulate,
On paper, how love has gone.
I’m a frightened spider in your mouth,
You’re too frightened to speak and let me out.

These are splinters of half formed thoughts,
These are splinters of battles fought.
These are splinters of half formed thoughts,
These are splinters of battles fought.

Stolen bicycle,
Take me, so I am gone.
Over paths and fields,
Is this how lovers feel?
I’m a shard of glass that’s in your eye.
You can’t wash me out, ‘cause you won’t cry.

These are splinters of half formed thoughts,
These are splinters of battles fought.
These are splinters of half formed thoughts,
These are splinters of battles fought.