elbow'un git gide radiohead'e yaklaştığı ve uzaklaştığı Audio Vertigo albümünden en sevdiğim şarkı. Baya farklı bir vokal denemişler tekdüze şarkılarına göre ve sevdim sözleri de şöyle:
"Things I've been telling myself for years
I can read people, yeah
Blushing peccadillos, twisted bents and buried fears
Things I've been telling myself for years
I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception
Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction
Here's to a doting mother's voice assisting me in every choice
Saying, "Chorister, binman or barrister?
So lucky, son, to have you"
Here's to walking in every room
Like ascending for an Oscar
Kissing hands and shaking babies
Blackpool rock imposter
A cannon loosed, a golden goose
Leo, sayer of the unsaid sooth
I'll fix you with a cosmic stare
I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you
Of course, I'll live to ninety-six
And fix the welfare state
I'll build a house with these two hands
My face above the gate
I haven't paid for cabs or beers
Or met a cunt in twenty years
Like all that outrun poverty
All I have was coming to me
Things I've been telling myself for years
All of these things I've been telling myself for years
Things I've been telling myself for years"
"Things I've been telling myself for years
I can read people, yeah
Blushing peccadillos, twisted bents and buried fears
Things I've been telling myself for years
I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception
Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction
Here's to a doting mother's voice assisting me in every choice
Saying, "Chorister, binman or barrister?
So lucky, son, to have you"
Here's to walking in every room
Like ascending for an Oscar
Kissing hands and shaking babies
Blackpool rock imposter
A cannon loosed, a golden goose
Leo, sayer of the unsaid sooth
I'll fix you with a cosmic stare
I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you
Of course, I'll live to ninety-six
And fix the welfare state
I'll build a house with these two hands
My face above the gate
I haven't paid for cabs or beers
Or met a cunt in twenty years
Like all that outrun poverty
All I have was coming to me
Things I've been telling myself for years
All of these things I've been telling myself for years
Things I've been telling myself for years"
