Testo di 'spirit boy' di Gang of Youths

God died today
And left me in the cold
He stumbled down a path
And he died upon his knees on
The way to the commode

God died today
He skid in pouring rain
With his feet up on the dash
Right off the Chelsea bridge, Lord
Was hardly seen again

The gigs were overlong
And most of them mundane
And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade
And I, I've never been in London this time of year
It's nice, but I couldn't wait to slowly disappear

He died today
And he did it with a smile
Threw his body in the bag
Threw on the ITV, Lord
And laughed a little while

In a kind of way
It makes me feel at home
Superfluous as shit
Digestible and free, Lord
Within reach and my control
Throw the kettle on

The gigs were overlong
And none of us got paid
And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade
And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year?
It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here

tuia I runga
tuia I raro
ka tangi te titi
ka tangi te kaka
ka tangi hoki aha
ko te timatanga te kupu
ko te atua te kupu
ko te atua ano atua kupu I te timatanga
e pa e manaakitia matau
e nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa
he aha te mea nui o te ao
he tangata
he tangata
he tangata

You raised me up now
And pulled me out my mind
And filled me with significance
I cannot describe
The tunes were overdone
The well was all but dry
And I still believe
Magnificent isn't hard to find

And I'm convalescing slowly day by day
It's nice, I'm still in London, living by the way
And I wanna live it like it's worth something
In time, gotta give it time, give it time, give it time

How normal all the tragic feels
How tragic all the normal is thereafter
The laughter
The real
Enraptured

But anyway, I plan to stay
Attend the weekly football game
Thereafter
Thereafter

Tagaloa cried and said
Though part of you is dead
Don't waste a minute of this thing you have left
And he picked me up just like a father
And carried me southeast
Where the city was calling