We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

by Los Campesinos!

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released October 27, 2008

Songs by Tom and Gareth
String arrangements by Harriet and Tom
All songs arranged and performed by Los Campesinos!
Heart Swells/PDT written by Tom, Neil and Gareth: the lyrics "some things are best left unsaid" was originally written and sung by Zac Pennington of Parenthetical Girls.

Recorded at Avast Recording Co and Electrokitty in Seattle, WA, June 12-23 2008
(Song For The Other Kurt) was part recorded at Stars and Sons, Toronto
Mixed at Monnow Valley Studios, Monmouth during July 2008
Mastered by Guy Davie at Electric Mastering, London

Produced, recorded and mixed by John Goodmanson
Engineer - Jim Anderson



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Track Name: We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
By the light of the LED display of a VCR recorder
You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, "this is my downfall"
As you squint and you grimace, we both know your heart's not in it

By the glow of a thousand fireflies in a travelodge en-suite:
They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak
And I'm trying to be sexy, biting at the air that falls in front of me.

Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names
I tell a joke that I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fondness makes the absence longer
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply

You said he got his teeth fixed
I'm gonna break them
I've got a heart on fire
He said he's got his sights set
On getting to you
I've got a fist on fire

You feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures

I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
I keep feeling like I'm being undercut

Charlotte says, "It's more constructive than the one in Canada,
When you got drunk,
Ate loads of crisps
And threw up by a football pitch"
I know it is,
And really that's what worries me,
I feel like I should

I cannot emphasise enough that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel,
Harbouring these diminishing, so-called 'vital organs'
Hope my heart goes first,

We are beautiful,
We are doomed.
Track Name: You'll Need Those Fingers For Crossing
I can taste the blood on your lips and on your tongue
I can see your teeth turn pink, your gums fade to white

The less and less I eat the more you see my teeth;
The closer they move together, fill the gaps, curse the weather.
Rip the flesh from your bones,
Wipe me down, drive me home
Dump me side of the road if I'm too annoying

Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat -
So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke

You worry a million raindrops'll die with their last memory of you and I
In a soft porn version of the end of the world
I quake at the knees as my intentions unfurl
You wrote a letter to God ("just in case") you said,
"I'm nothing if I'm not a pragmatist".
"You needn't worry about us, we can look after ourselves,
We have learnt not to rely on you or anyone else".
Track Name: Heart Swells/Pacific Daylight Time
Black holes.
Unraised moles.
Let's just call them freckles.

Hair cut.
Part left.
Happy on the West Coast.

Coat fell.
Heart swells.
Draped across the sofa.

Sleep well.
I feel you've ruined me forever.


I don't want to sound trite, but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic.
I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis,
The way I flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses
I'll never turn my body clock back.
Think about the things I'm glad I left out,
Some things are best left unsaid