More International Hits (2nd album)

by Marthas & Arthurs

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    "a pastoral Abba or Belle & Sebastian backing Mamas & Papas"
    -The Guardian
    "swooning and sumptuous, deserves a hit or two"
    -Q Magazine
    "rather brilliant" - Jarvis Cocker, BBC 6 Music
    "hot tracks - child-friendly harmony-based folk" - The Sun
    "way better than Abba" - Cerys Matthews, BBC 6 Music

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released January 1, 2016

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Second album
'More International Hits' now on general release, CD & download.
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First track 'Farlow' available as FREE DOWNLOAD.
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First album, 'The Hit World Of... Marthas & Arthurs' still available on CD & download.
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Track Name: Farlow
Nobody knows your name
Your own teacher thought the same
We could read the writing on the wall
Diddle di dee di die
Never thought we'd see you cry
We could read the writing on the wall and it scrawled...

Farlow what do you know it's me?
I've come for your back stabbers
Though you know it wasn't me in history
Oh Farlow what do you know it's me?
I really hope that you are doing fine
Or more fine now than me

I wonder how you've aged
Are you recently engaged
Or found our city is too small
You know I ran away aye
To leave you spotting trains
I could read the writing on the wall and it scrawled...

Farlow what do you know it's me?
I've come for your back stabbers
Though you know it wasn't me in history
Oh Farlow what do you know it's me?
I really hope that you are doing fine
Or more fine now than me

Perhaps you wear a tie
Got wrinkles round your eye
We could read the writing on the wall
Maybe drink a gin
As you get the neighbours in
You laid your number on us all, what a scrawl...

Farlow what do you know it's me?
I've come for your back stabbers
Though you know it wasn't me in history
Farlow what do you know it's me?
I really hope that you are doing fine
Or more fine now than me
Track Name: Used Up All My Aces
Get set, get on the road, just phone to let me know
It seems we've had enough of old heave-ho
We've heeded all the warnings, eaten all the trends
We've taken all the corners, looked round all the bends

Hear me now, it's written on the wings
Even now my bedroom sings
Hear me now, I've used up all my aces
And I've thrown my queens all away

You know the old men say a dog has its day
But I know many mutts who've jumped the garden gate
So come on doggy deal me one more hand
And hush your gums cos I'm no also-ran

Hear me now, it's written on the wings
Even now my bedroom sings
Hear me now, I've used up all my aces
And I've thrown my queens all away

And I hate to believe that I'll never play again
And I hate the Messiah and the Mozart Requiem
And I hate all the haters
And I've never known the likes of you before
So deal again

Hear me now, it's written on the wings
Even now my bedroom sings
Hear me now, I've used up all my aces
And I've thrown my queens all away
Track Name: On The Streets Of Old Gay Paris
Got a ticket on a modern train
To take us over in the modern way
Oh ho, here we go, Gay Paris

Gonna do the things that lovers do
Eiffel Tower and the queue for the loo
Oh ho, hey hey hey, Gay Paris

But the rain got us down
And our dying love was drowned
On the streets of Old Gay Paris

He liked your dress
That waiter on the Pont Neuf
You know the rest

We shoulda really gone to Italy
But we're no longer really meant to be
Oh ho, here we go, Gay Paris

And the cold made us old
And our dying love was froze
On the streets of Old Gay Paris
It was the streets of Old Gay Paris
Track Name: Meantime
Heading for the meantime

These things never change
Heave-ho cabaret
And everybody knows what it's like to be there
And everybody knows this feeling grows and grows
When you're heading for your

Mean time, heading for the meantime
We are heading for the meantime

I wonder where it all went wrong
A real mess, a Terry and June sitcom
And everybody knows what it's like to be there
And everybody knows to wear loose-fitting clothes
When you're heading for your

Mean time, heading for the meantime
We are heading for the meantime

And to think that we've been wasted all this time
And to think that we've been leaking all the rhymes
And to think that we were happy just to be here
Happy just to be here

Mean time, heading for the meantime
We are heading for the meantime
Track Name: Backwards Blackberries
omg there's like totes no lyrics for this song yeah but it's like against liberal media n shit, probably.
Track Name: Rosa Lee
Set me free Rosa Lee
Set me free dum di dee
There's a warmth in machines
But no warmth left in you

You're a hard hair to comb
You're a wasteland to roam
You can even paint the fog
You can harpoon the gloom

If a king knelt down
You'd pinch his crown
And run the realm
With a runny nose

Set me free Rosa Lee
Set me free dum di dee
You killed all the big bands
With your china bare hands

If a king knelt down
You'd pinch his crown
And run the realm
With a runny nose

Set me free Rosa Lee
Set me free dum di dee
You sucked the summer away
For a cold December day
Track Name: Diamonds Between Her Thighs
You look like the Champs Elysees
Your hair frizzier than France
You talk in Italian accents
Like a Spaniard you probably dance
You work for Al-Jazeera
Reading the news and the sport
Your words another has written
Under the desk you wear shorts

And your wardrobe bulges
And your fridge is packed with fish
And how many men died
For the diamonds between your thighs?

You shop in the Knightsbridge Waitrose
Never Deli de France
You read all American papers
On the tube you never sit down
Your husband's a merchant banker
Or whatever they call themselves now
Counting the dollars till doomsday
Lining his pockets with frowns

And your wardrobe bulges
And your fridge is packed with fish
And how many men died
For the diamonds between your thighs?

And your wardrobe bulges
And your fridge is packed with fish
And how many men died
For the diamonds between your thighs?
And your stylist drives an Audi
And your kitchen dispenses ice
And how many men died
For the diamonds between your thighs?
Track Name: The Agency
All this is dream
Slept in another day
Visions of tricycles
Wrapped round the trees

What have we done?
What were we thinking of?
Bothered by leprechauns
Throttled by fear

The one in the sand with his head in his hand
The one who grieves alone
And he don't believe the agency
When they said he's good to go
He sits there, mopes there, he won't set sail
As far as he belongs
And he don't believe the agency
When they said he's good to go

So roll out the turf
Unfurl the green and new
I never dreamed of you
I only planned

Did we decide?
Did we resolve to give?
Someone our raving gear and so
Move onto wine

The one in the sand with his head in his hand
The one who grieves alone
And he don't believe the agency
When they said he's good to go

The castles are old
The rivers have putrified
We'll never make it now
God knows we tried

The one in the sand with his head in his hand
The one who grieves alone
And he don't believe the agency
When they said he's good to go
He sits there, mopes there, he won't set sail
As far as he belongs
And he don't believe the agency
When they said he's good to go
Track Name: Lazy Days
Lazy days are here again
There's nothing left to mend
We both want this to end
But neither want to show
We know we're beaten

We've both been here so long
Just you me and everyone
We never got that wrong
But now you want to know
If we are beaten

Lazy days are here again
I've time to lift this pen
To do what I intend
But I don't want to show
I know we're beaten
The rest can just be filled in
We're running out of air
We both forgot to breathe
Don't forget to breathe