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3WW
alt-J Lyrics


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, let me 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 morning 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

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Thomas Stuart Green, Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Joe Jerome Newman

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Aaditya Man Joshi

"3WW"
(feat. Ellie Rowsell)

[Gus Unger-Hamilton:]
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning

[Joe Newman:]
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

[Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton:]
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

[Joe Newman:]
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 morning came

[Ellie Rowsell:]
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

[Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell:]
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
.........



michaelforever

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 morning 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 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



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The Gardening Channel With James Prigioni

I often am just drawn back to this song

Saffie Mai

I think the video is about grievance. So at the beginning, the whole village and family are carrying the coffin and then there's a small group of people carrying her and then ultimately its just the man and his donkey, then just the man. I think this represents how over time, less and less people are grieving for her but her assumed lover in the story continues to grieve. I think the wolves represent people telling him to get over it and move on and the donkey represents his sanity which is broken by the wolves. He continues to try and push on but the grief that he is literally carrying on his back is too much for him and it results in his suicide. I'm probably completely off but that's just what I took from it. Fuck alt j is beautiful. Like a Mexican Romeo and Juliet

Timofy

No, I think it's a pretty logical and accurate analysis, honestly. I got a similar one, and I think it's pretty obvious that this song is based somewhere there

kiela17

@Renan Aguilar-Valenzuela Congratulations! You are an awesome individual!!! So sweet!

MARIA APODACA

IS A NOVEL OF JUAN RULFO, PEDRO PARAMO

MARIA APODACA

@R. Drummen IS REAL DE CATORCE SAN LUIS POTOSI EN MEXICO

Haley Erin

Im grieving so terribly and you theoty on this video made Me cry because what was said is genius. I feel this video and song so much and you made so much sense. I always wondered about this video.

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Ari

"I just want to love you in my own language" is one of the most beautiful lines I've ever heard

Jakarta IsHell

@J B Thanks for the explanation. Not the OP, but it is gold dust to find meaningful responses in YouTube comments.

J B

@Sib Khan So the lines before are "oh these three worn words, that we whisper, like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona". In Verona there is a statue of Juliet, and an old legend states that rubbing the statue brings your relationship good luck. Sadly, the rubbing hands of so many tourists desperate to bless their relationship have eroded the statue, and now access is restricted. So the message is those three worn words (3ww) of "I love you" are said so often and potentially insincerely in order to force a relationship to work, maybe out of pressure, like the desperation to rub the statue, and have ruined the meaning like this erosion. Thus the lead singer wants to "love him/her in his own language", free from the outside pressure, clichéd ways and desperation to make the relationship work. Something meaningful to him and them.

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