I Just Sighed. I Just Sighed, Just So You Know Songtext
von Los Campesinos!

First and foremost, let it be said
I am writing this at 7:10a.m
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt
Astronomically speaking, it′s the first day of autumn
But the sun is hanging round like summer's hungover
They′ll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit
The traffic's so persistent, they barely register
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit

Just let me be the one that
Keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
"Let this pass you by"

Sometimes it's just enough to know I keep him on his toes
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?
I′ve displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you′ve not been at
I've written eulogies in guestbooks at galleries in the hope that you might pass


Just let me be the one that
Keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
"Let this pass you by"

She, nervous and barefoot
Chats to me at the front door
He, boyfriend, inside′s a saint
Becoming a martyr
Me, rolling, writhing on the floor
Stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall
When I hold sea shells to my ears
I'm pretty sure I can hear you

He gave a gift of the Faber book of love poems
Annotated the ones he thought applied the most
Not gonna win you around with prose
If anyone should know, then it′s I should know (Oh)
Girl, there must be the reason you let it slip
Went to the point of sending the message
Six months of visceral catherine wheels
Kissing carnivores to make you seem less of a deal


Just let me be the one that
Keeps track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
"Let this pass you by"

I promise, after this I will pick up the phone book
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look
Aim all of my poorly composed declarations there in the future
I'm so sorry to have put you through
A lifetime of dedications that you never desired

But this one sentence bludgeons me over the head

(Okay) I′m a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
No lush in denial, only rather coquettish
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
Like I barely survived a girls′ school education
"Prettier now that you′ve grown your hair long"
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off

Please, just let me be the one to keep track
Of the freckles and the moles on your back