Fitzpleasure

Fitzpleasure
Tra, la, la, in your snatch fits pleasure
Broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down and wrap them around
The necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next

Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure
Les yeux, it's all in your eyes
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Blended by the lights
La canción 'Fitzpleasure' de Alt-J nos sumerge en un mundo de metáforas y crudas imágenes, con una atmósfera intensa y enigmática. La letra comienza evocando sensaciones sensoriales con versos como 'Tra, la, la, en tu presa cabe el placer / Placer en forma de escoba / Profundo codicioso y rebuscando en cada rincón', creando una sensación de misterio y provocación....