spirit boy (alternate)

Lyrics
[Verse 1: David Le'aupepe] God died today He left me in the cold He stumbled down a path And he died upon his knees on The way to the commode [Verse 2: David Le'aupepe] Yes, he died today He skid in pouring rain With his feet up on the dash Right off the Chelsea Bridge, Lord Was hardly seen again [Chorus: David Le'aupepe] The gigs were overlong And most of them mundane And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade And I, I've never been in London this time of year It's nice, but I couldn't wait to slowly disappear [Verse 3: David Le'aupepe] Hе died today And he did it with a smile Thrеw his body in the bag Threw on the ITV, Lord And laughed a little while [Verse 4: David Le'aupepe] In a kind of way It makes me feel at home Superfluous as shit Digestible and free, Lord Within reach and my control Throw the kettle on [Chorus: David Le'aupepe] The gigs were overlong And none of us got paid And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year? It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here [Interlude: Shane McLean] Tuia i runga Tuia i raro Ka tangi te titi Ka tangi te kaka Ka tangi hoki aha Ko te timatanga te kupu Ko te atua te kupu Ko te atua ano atua kupu i te timatanga E pa e manaakitia matau E nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa He aha te mea nui o te ao He tangata He tangata He tangata [Chorus: David Le'aupepe] You raised me up now And pulled me out of my mind And filled me with significance I cannot describe The tunes were overdone The well was all but dry And I still believe magnificent isn't hard to find And I'm convalescing slowly, day by day It's nice, I'm still in London, living, by the way And I wanna live it like it's worth something in time I gotta give it time, give it time, give it time [Instrumental Break] [Outro: David Le'aupepe] How normal all the tragic feels And tragic all the normal is Thereafter, the laughter The real enraptured But anyway, I plan to stay And attend the weekly football game Thereafter, thereafter Tagaloa cried and said, "Though part of you is dead Don't waste a minute of the thing you have left" And he picked me up just like a father And carried me south-east, where the city was calling
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Credits
- Writers
- David Le’aupepe
- Donnie Borzestowski
- Jung Kim
- Max Dunn
- Tom Hobden
- Shane McLean