Elbow - Head For Supplies Lyrics






Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody's gonna sing
And in the moment hanging on to you
We're a bundle of clothes and shoes
Whatever we could find
You are the reason for this missing beat
On the streets that I love
And in me

Now I'm here at your side
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Way down inside me was a pilot light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was comfort in a stranger's bed from time to time
It has to be said it just reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn't the same and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it's still in your eyes

Now I'm here at your side
As though
The street
That meets our feet might know
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody's gonna sing
We glide
We spin
You end and I begin
I made this mess for you
To sift through for all time
You're glowing from within
Beneath an autumn sky
We find our rhyming stride
And head for supplies





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Elbow Head For Supplies Comments
  1. S.... K....

    The guitar part sounds so much like one of their other songs but I can't figure out which one.

  2. D.... S....

    Across the city there’s a golden chill
    A rare holding still
    As if somebody’s gonna sing
    A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
    No blues and twos
    As if somebody’s gonna sing
    And in the moment hanging on to you
    We’re a bundle of clothes and shoes
    Whatever we could find
    You are the reason for this missing beat
    On the streets that I love
    And in me
    Now I’m here at your side
    We try to rhyme our stride
    And head for supplies
    Way down inside me was a pilot light
    That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
    And there was comfort in a stranger’s bed from time to time
    It has to be said it just reminded us
    The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
    It wasn’t the same and then a rostrum struck
    The way you read me like you wrote this book
    And chapters along it’s still in your eyes
    Now I’m here at your side
    As though
    The street
    That meets our feet might know
    We try to rhyme our stride
    And head for supplies
    Across the city there’s a golden chill
    A rare holding still
    As if somebody’s gonna sing
    A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
    No blues and twos
    As if somebody’s gonna sing
    We glide
    We spin
    You end and I begin
    I made this mess for you
    To sift through for all time
    You’re glowing from within
    Beneath an autumn sky
    We find our rhyming stride
    And head for supplies

  3. a.... ....

    Una maravilla.

  4. R.... v....

    What a thoroughly beautiful song. Thank you Mister Elbow.

    R.... v....

    Robert van Hals

  5. S.... C....

    I love this album and honestly everything Elbow puts out

  6. D.... S....

    Song makes me legit cry lmao

  7. n.... ....

    This sounds a bit like Marble Sounds' "Leave a Light On"

  8. f.... k....

    poetry, art and the most beautiful music combined to create this masterpiece.....

  9. B.... 1....

    Still a good album