Soul Songtext - The Blue Aeroplanes

Soul - The Blue Aeroplanes

Played by white hands
Tight in black gloves
Skinning it up
As hot as cool

Hit it, boy
It's wild and trackless
Where the cats in black tux
are stepping

From the shacks
to the front of the street
It's lovingly taken
by small devils

Yeah, the heart of the drama
Come out like grass
In drums

Jumped and jay walked
In New York
Clubbed and cake walked
Till Ladbroke Grove

Can this be me?
Growing up and growing old
To watch my contemporaries
Swallow the cultures whole

Swaying in white tie
Eyes trail from the white life
Swaying in the white tie
pleased to call it
Soul


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