Belle & Sebastian:Stay Loose

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“Stay Loose”
Artist: Belle & Sebastian
Albums: Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003)


I was choking on a cornflake
You said, "Have some toast instead"
I was sleeping maybe three hours
You said, "You should get to bed"
I was waiting at the church door
For the minister to show
I was looking at the new you
You said, "Walk before you crawl"

I was feeling like a loser
You said, "Hey you still got me"
I was feeling pretty lonely
You said, "You wanted to be free"
I was looking for a good time
You said, "Let the good times start"
With the quiver of your eyelid
You took on someone else's part

What about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay...

Maybe I'm a little greedy
You said, "Think before you speak"
Sometimes I'm a little seedy
You said, "Everyone is weak"
Now I'm feeling little better
Is there something I can do?
But I never had the answer
I never had a clue

What about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay...

The lights are out in the house tonight
Gonna creep around, Gonna creep into your head
All you want is to stay loose

It's a little echo calling
Like a miner trapped inside
If I tell her of this moment
She will in me doubts confide
And she's on me like a blanket
Like a stalk of wilting grass
I'm not sure about her motive
I'm not sure about her past

But my faith is like a bullet
My belief is like a bolt
The only thing that lets me sleep at night
A little carriage of the soul
If it starts a little beacon
Then the year may yet be gold
Happiness is not for keeping
Happiness is not my goal

So, what about me
I don't really see
How things will improve
All you want is to stay loose

Oh what about them
You play mother hen
To a gaggle of gangling youth
All you want is to stay...

The lights are out in the house tonight
Gonna creep around, gonna creep into your head
All you want is to stay...

I was never through the seconds
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside
The day it was broken in pieces

Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn't care what's in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people

And I know it could be me
I'm always asking for more, more, more, more
I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for the doorway
I'm going to need two lives
To follow the paths I've been taking