Pop at Plebian Fop Pop

Lazy agnostics that fly no flag
Ok you'’re unsure but at least take a stab
Couldn't imagine living a life so drab
Not again I already put up with that crap

The floor was the wall of my vessel as I wrestled
With those thoughts fleeting ones entered forevermore
Like you build a cityscape with 6 wires and tear it down with 4
Was obsessed with my palimpsest thought process

But all the noisy sixth form English self deprecating existential torpor and
Teenage angst
Will never shift as much
As unverbose benign romance

So I'm acquiescence to say
I'’m acquiescence to say
I'’m giving in and I'm saying I love you

In

Perhaps Reykjavik
Where the days melt into nights
Perhaps in romanticised Reykjavik
Everything'’ll be alright [x2]

The slush, the snow, the twilight glow,
The ice, the coves, the cigarillo smoke,
My face, your face, falsetto,
Dead days, dark nights, watch them grow

Your scent courses through the reverby wind
Through mono speakers birdsong is piped in
I cannot leave but who would want to?
I cannot breathe but who would want to?

They'll be 10 more hours in limbo
'Til the moonlight bounces off my bruises
Sponges all my skin
Leaves me a little less stupid

And then I'll see you under bubbling electronics
With not one mention of my half baked sonnets
Fully healed all thanks to you
And the celestial city we'’re tumbling through

I just wanna say I love you

In

Chorus

The slush, the snow, the twilight glow,
The ice, the coves, the cigarillo smoke,
My face, your face, falsetto,
The ice, it cracks, oh no, GOD NO!

And we slid down to the cathedral-centric town
All gothic designs and childlike chimes
And from under the ice someone cried

'I can see your heart beating in your chest
But the heart you speak of does not exist
Cos the heart you speak of I think you'’ll find
Is merely a creation of the mind'

And I don'’t wanna be plebeian anymore
To love and be loved, timing 4 by 4

Faux autobiographical commentaries
Awash with insincerities
Wrap this up in snow capped haze
It'’s more cohesive in my brain

What a shame...
Open your window let new leaves turn and crane
Let them in and rearrange
Put down the clichés and add an unpredictable change

Shortcomings with drinks and triangular sick
If you'’re in a corner just dance like a lunatic

Chorus
It's alright

D-I-S-C-O F-U-N-K

-Thom