Arctic Monkeys Quotes

whatever people say I am, that's what i'm not

Assuming that all things are equal, Who'd want to be men of the people, When there's people like you?

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness I Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

But his bird says it's amazing, So now all that's left, Is the proof that Love's Not only blind but deaf.

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your nightdress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness... ...Remeber when the boys were all electric?

I doubt it is your style Not to get what you set out to acquire The eyes are on fire You are the unforecasted storm Brianstorm

You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & Burdock And those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

You're such a fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from.

Baby I'm Yours

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours Let me be your 'leccy meter and I'll never run out And let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (I wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Read more: Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna Be Yours Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Be cruel to me , cause I'm a fool for you.

brick by brick

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours,I wanna be yours Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours Let me be your 'leccy meter and I'll never run out And let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (I wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours

The rather uncomfortable feeling most of us have when we're around snakes is evidence of how this ancient experience continues to influence us today. Throughout the long prehistory of our species and those that preceded it, snakes were a mortal threat. And so we learned our lesson. Others didn't, but that had a nasty habit of dying. So natural selection did its work and the rule--beware of snakes--was ultimately hardwired into every human brain. It's universal. Go anywhere on the planet, examine any culture. People are wary of snakes. Even if--as in the Arctic--there are no snakes. Our primate cousins shared our long experience and they feel the same way: Even monkeys raised in laboratories who have never seen a snake will back away at the sight of one.

I was still a boy when I left the Ozarks, only sixteen years old. Since that day, I’ve left my footprints in many lands: the frozen wastelands of the Arctic, the bush country of Old Mexico, and the steaming jungles of Yucatán. Throughout my life, I’ve been a lover of the great outdoors. I have built campfires in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and hunted wild turkey in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I have climbed the Grand Tetons of Wyoming, and hunted bull elk in the primitive area of Idaho. I can truthfully say that, regardless of where I have roamed or wandered, I have always looked for the fairy ring. I have never found one, but I’ll keep looking and hoping. If the day ever comes that I walk up to that snow-white circle, I’ll step into the center of it, kneel down, and make one wish, for in my heart I believe in the legend of the rare fairy ring.

Secret Door" Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares She swam out of tonight's phantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There's absolutely nothing for us here It's a magnolia celebration To be attempted on a Wednesday night It's better than to get a reputation As a miserable little tyke At least that's the conclusion She came to in this overture The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Her arms were folded most indignant Not looking like she was soon to leave I had to squint in order to believe And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf I'm unveiling the unexpected I, who was earlier reluctant, was suddenly embarrassed and corrected How could such a creature Survive in such a habitat The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along And even if they were to find us I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied At all the fools on parade Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind To be hollowed by the stares Fools on parade Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture That holds her options But you're daft to think she'd care Fools on parade [3x] Conduct a sing-along

Seven Devils” by Florence + The Machine “Paint it, Black” by Ciara “Monsters” by Ruelle “One Way or Another” by Until The Ribbon Breaks “Paranoid” by Post Malone “Royals” by Lorde “So Thick” by Whipped Cream featuring Baby Goth “Sweet But Psycho” by Parker Jenkins “My Blood” by Twenty One Pilots “Candy” by Guccihighwaters “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna “Horns” by Bryce Fox “No One” by Mothica “All The Time” by Jeremih, Lil Wayne and Natasha Mosley “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys “Monster” by Meg Myers “Soldier” by Fleurie “Fuck It I Love You” by Lana Del Rey “Kill Our Way to Heaven” by Michl “Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning “Everybody Wants to Rule The World” by Lorde

Don't believe the hype.

Mert szó sincs arról, hogy a harcos feministák át akarnák venni az irányítást a férfiaktól. Nem az egész világot követeljük. Csak a részünket. A férfiaknak nem is igen kell változtatniuk semmin. Ami engem illet, nagyjából csinálhatják tovább, ahogy jólesik. Egyáltalán nem kell leállniuk. Egy csomó dolog nagyon klassz, amit csinálnak – iPadek, az Arctic Monkeys, az az új atomfegyver-megállapodás Amerika és Oroszország között. És viccesek is, és csomó barátok van köztük, és jó velük a szex, és remekül festenek második világháborús uniformisban, és óriási, ahogy be tudnak tolatni a szűk parkolóhelyekre. Nem akarom, hogy elmenjenek a férfiak. Nem akarom, hogy abbahagyják, amit csinálnak. Amit akarok, az pár radikális piaci erőforrás. VÁLASZTÁSI LEHETŐSÉGET akarok. VÁLTOZATOSSÁGOT akarok. TÖBBET akarok. NŐKET akarok. Azt akarom, hogy a nők többet kapjanak a világból, nemcsak azért, mert így lenne igazságos, hanem mert jobb is lenne. Izgalmasabb. Átrendezett. Újra feltalált. Az kellene, hogy a tökös csajok kimondják: „Igen – tetszik nekem, ahogy fest ez a világ. És jó ideje itt vagyok már, eddig figyeltem. Most pedig, én így csavarnék egyet rajta. Mert mind együtt élünk benne. Mi mind, tudjátok. A Srácok.