Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Performer
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Performer
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Synthesiser
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Performer
Alfreda Gerald
Alfreda Gerald
Performer
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Programming
Charles Antonio Hightower
Charles Antonio Hightower
Performer
DAVID McGOWAN
DAVID McGOWAN
Bass Guitar
Dee Dee Penney
Dee Dee Penney
Performer
Natasha D. Evans
Natasha D. Evans
Performer
Tanya Smith
Tanya Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Songwriter
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Songwriter
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Composer
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Producer
Jason Kingsland
Jason Kingsland
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I read a play written today about a boy Who hides in attics when the sun is up Everyone is at work What will I do? Where will I go? Show me the way The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb Show the way to grow old Love is a guide The endless river of the soul But we are mean The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone Lust is my friend She comes to me when I am tired Life is a rope, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap I read a play written today about a girl She gets on perfectly with young and old Everybody loves her What would she wear? Cut off her hair? Wave as she slides Gracefully into the working week She hides her baggage inside She's got a friend An ugly monster that will eat your face She has to cry A heavy cat of wasted time She's got a friend A lonely monster that will prey on you Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap I read a play written today about a boy Tied in melancholy, takes the weight Takes the weight of the world I walked alone, loving a song Walking the earth The one-eyed sister who is twenty three Dried and wrinkled, alone I'll give you a month To see past shadows in your secret night I'll give you a week To look Medusa in the eye I'll give you a month To notice heaven in the sight of stage You'll keep inside of your head You're sitting on the floor You're pushing back the tide So lift the mountain up So tie writer's witness down Assemble all your troops Regards to all these metaphors And suddenly she says, and suddenly she says And away you too, and head for higher ground And not the king of me Take a chance and play for today And build the sets and light the scene A pretty air and we're upon the screen And build the sets and light the scene We'll break when we're on the sacred screen The backstage of your life Let's fill the glass and light to share the sun The backstage of your life Let's file the tables of the ones you love
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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