A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters From Me to Charlotte (Live At Islington Assembly Hall) Los Campesinos!
"A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters From Me to Charlotte" by Los Campesinos! is an indie rock song from 2013. It explores themes of love, longing, and emotional turmoil, using vivid imagery and personal letters. The live performance features energetic instrumentation and heartfelt vocals, showcasing the band's dynamic style. #IndieRock
[Spoken Intro: Gareth]
This one's called "Letters From Me to Charlotte"
[Verse 1: Gareth, Kim, Gareth & Kim]
She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade
Through the full spectrum of colours
They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no others
And oh-woah, how the tissue repaired and how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said that "It's not yellow, it's golden"
[Chorus: Kim]
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
[Verse 2: Gareth]
They promisеd they'd be best of friеnds from now until forever
But both were far too needy not to fall for the other
And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection
They left her feeling safe, left him with an erection
[Chorus: Kim]
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
[Verse 3: Gareth, Tom & Rob]
Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheets (Ba, ba-ba-ba)
As stiff as starched, only perceptible
As her middle was still branded
With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show-Me State (Ba, ba-ba-ba)
Your come-on lines sound disastrous
Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake
This one's called "Letters From Me to Charlotte"
[Verse 1: Gareth, Kim, Gareth & Kim]
She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade
Through the full spectrum of colours
They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no others
And oh-woah, how the tissue repaired and how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said that "It's not yellow, it's golden"
[Chorus: Kim]
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
[Verse 2: Gareth]
They promisеd they'd be best of friеnds from now until forever
But both were far too needy not to fall for the other
And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection
They left her feeling safe, left him with an erection
[Chorus: Kim]
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
[Verse 3: Gareth, Tom & Rob]
Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheets (Ba, ba-ba-ba)
As stiff as starched, only perceptible
As her middle was still branded
With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show-Me State (Ba, ba-ba-ba)
Your come-on lines sound disastrous
Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake
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