alt-J ::: 94/7 Session

Thursday, April 27th

00:18:47

Lucky us! alt-J wowed the 94/7 Nation crowd with these acoustic versions of 3WW, Matilda, Warm Foothills and In Cold Blood. We can wait to see them come back October 9th and 10th at the Schnitz!

Transcription

There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field Can't surround so you lean on, lean on So much your heart's become fond of this Oh, these three worn words Oh, that we whisper Like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language Well, that smell of sex Good like burning wood The wayward lad laid claim To two thirsty girls from Hornsea Who left a note when dawn came Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi) The road erodes at five feet per year Along England's east coastline Was this your first time? Love is just a button we pressed Last night by the campfire Oh, these three worn words Oh, that we whisper Like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language This is from This is from This is from Matilda Just like Johnny Flynn said, 'the breath I've taken and the one I must' to go on Put the grenade pin in your hand, so you understand who's boss My defeat sleeps top to toe with her success Oh this is from This is from This is from Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda Just like Johnny Flynn said, 'the breath I've taken and the one I must' to go on Put the grenade pin in your hand, so you understand who's boss My defeat sleeps top to toe with her success Oh this is from This is from This is from Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And love is wonder twice And And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda And she needs you This is for Matilda This is for Matilda This is from Matilda Matilda Matilda Matilda Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Your foothills Your warm Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and stretch themselves beneath Blue dragonflies dart to and fro I tie my life to your balloon and let it go Your foothills Your warm Ooh Ooh Ooh 01110011 Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Cut my somersaults and my backflip Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Kiss me Hair the way the sun really wants it to be Whiskey soda, please, your G&T is empty Chairs, inflatables have sunk to the bottom Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Kiss me (Now you dive in) Callie, let's dive, dive down To the pool's bottom where we belong Callie, we're sinking like a bleeding stone All above crowd around so fucking loud Mister Caspian's killer told me so Lalalala-la-la Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala My pool summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed In cold blood 01110011 Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Lifeless back slaps the surface of the pool Pool killer, killer, pool, pool killer Kiss me Mister Caspian's killer told me so Lalalala-la-la Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala My pool summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed In cold blood Lalalala-la-la (In cold blood, in cold blood)