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Piazza New York Catcher
Belle and Sebastian Lyrics


Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you
I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob Kildea, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Richard Colburn, Sarah Martin, Stephen Jackson, Stuart Murdoch

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RichardFeynmanRules

Corrected lyrics:
Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour



All comments from YouTube:

Tom George

I've tried for years to write lyrics as casual and touching as this. But this sounds like it came to him so easily.

Matthew Boyd

@lazy homebody apparently it was about a bandmates secret affair with a girl who he met up with and they went to baseball games on tour. So lovely.

The other Tony Dutch

Write more, write about everything, write the best and the worst you can write, kill your darlings and cuddle your disasters, use oblique strategies, write down your dreams, read books and newspapers and history, write just after you wake up, write just before you go to sleep, do not avoid any subject, give yourself heavy limitations and break those limitations when you feel like it, loose your pride and gain insight.






And don't forget to eat the rich.

Lloyd Thomas

@Morrigan Ward can never remember the words when I improvise lol

Morrigan Ward

I honestly can only makes lyrics sounds good like this when I'm improvising on my guitar . . . I wonder if that's what he did and also has a good enough memory to know exactly what he improvised

Paula Burke

Combo of music n lyrics.

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Andy Jones

I feel like there should be a thorough annotation of this song's lyrics. They are incredibly rich.

Matthew Boyd

@Tom George I'm sorry, it's bad primary schooling. I know they're Scottish...there are a lot references to the Clyde and the "hipster (I hate that word) scene" in Glasgow...

Tom George

Anglophile means you love England. They are SCOTTISH! ;)

Matthew Boyd

TweeGenius.com

I would love an explanation of a lot of Anglophile songs...

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