The Nimbostratus Jig

Album cover art for "The Nimbostratus Jig" by Maxwell Farrington & Le SuperHomard

Maxwell Farrington & Le SuperHomard - Pop

The Nimbostratus Jig

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Lyrics

Feels like my tongue's all in a twist In my boots, shaking for a story Never ends, or even exists How you'd like to Therefore, I invite you for a ride With chips on the side Postprandial promenading by the seaside A meeting of eyes Feels like it's wrong here to insist Seems like I'm dancing the nimbostratus jig Yeah, the humidity's rising My guts keep on reminding me I'm bold, no lack to behold No hay mal que por bien no venga, baby Won't somebody save me Think of a time you were alone With nothing to do And nowhеre to be Did you think of me Wеll, maybe next time Ebbing the ice and sealing a kiss In my boots shaking for a story Never went or even exists How you'd like to Therefore I invite you for a ride We'll go to the sea And dampen our feet We'll talk about me The birds in the trees Our reasons for being Just what we are seeing Hey! Why are you leaving?

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Credits

Writers
  • Christophe Vaillant
  • Maxwell Farrington