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good dog - james martin & the guest lyrics

good dog lyrics
he meant the slice
the ambition of my passion

i’m always worried about my friend joseph
i’m always worried my beer is getting warm
i’m always worried about my friend when i ask her
i’m always worried when they call it
university of life
university of life
(it’s the university of life)
university of life
(university of life)
university

and whether i’ll make it, and become a substantial cultural figure
and whether i’ll farm a series of organically*branded crops now or later
and whether a star is really born or whether it’s just the weather
or whether an artist is truly spectacular or whether it’s down to a mother
university of life
(university of life)
university of life
(university of life)
(university of life)
university of life
(university)
(it’s the university of life!)
(it’s the university)
university of life
(it’s the university)
and whether i’ve been talking for too long now, and whether you’d like to witness me
i can’t stop talking for ten seconds, otherwise you’ll forget me
maybe i don’t want to see anymore of you either
or maybe it’s just the fact that no*one will countenance the word ‘precision’ used to describe a melody
or the precision with which i’ve erased myself indefinitely
(university of life!)
university of life
it’s the university of life
(university of life, university of life)
you’ve just got to get better at it, haven’t you?
university of life
(it’s the university)

no, it’s the other one
just take the other way
out of the palace
back on to the motorway
(and when are you good enough?)
university of life
(it’s…)
university of life
(it’s…)
university of life
(it’s…)
university of life
she’s in her room, painting henna over stab wounds, patent leather
he’s in fresno, lacking conduct
she’s in shadwell, doing sit*ups
university of life
(university of life)
(it’s the university of life)
university of life
(university of life)
(it’s the university of life)
the university of life
i’m studying!

there’s a hero at the bottom of the well, and there it’s zero
two more midnights, three more chapsticks, nine more mondays, teesside tin*tin
you’re up first, and i come second
gravity is grace, and beckons
you’ve got berries, i’ve got hot hands
i’ve got blushes red as capstands
downwind, slowly, she unravels all her shirts and chews the gravel
sun goes down and breaks a hiccup
bromine sunday, now the fun’s up
twisted vapours, dirty grizzlers, angry sons and rowdy sisters
cursed vultures, quiet blackbirds
tonal vapids, bud lights, stellas

(oh when, when will i get my grades?)
yesterday, i saw the picture you took in december
the winter i first saw a woman
i owe you a visit and yet i’ve grown cold
and this morning, she woke up and saw i was young
and i know i’ll go back, ’cause i never get wise
the circle is patient, but patience disguised
so i don’t give a f*ck if the cellos remind you of bells
she painted us dancing as bodies with organs and kidneys
don’t kid me, but lucky’s not with me
and neither will you be when i reach the door
and i’m losing my edge, and i’m sharpening my tools
i’ve made it, i’ve made it, i’m already there
and the knowledge must comfort, the pressure must too
and the bag with the sequins is cheap
and your eyelash is busted, and everything’s telling me
“once you don’t swallow, you don’t have to chew.”
oh god, it’s happened again
how could i have been such a fool?
that’s not a blackboard!
that’s a black hole!
this isn’t the university of life
this is the university of you!
all along, you knew
this is the university of you!

big boy now
i’m a big boy now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
big boy, how?
i’m a big boy, now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
i’m a big boy, how?
big boy now
big boy now
big boy now
i’m a big boy now
look at me, a big boy, how?
big boy now
big boy, how?
how did i get so big?
’cause i’m a big boy now
yes, a big boy, how?
how is the big boy now?
but i’m a big boy now
oh, if you’re big
then you’ve gotta sing

- james martin the guest lyrics

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