from blocparty.net 09. Better Than Heaven In which Bloc Party continue to get dirty and electro on our asses. A bouncy drumbeat propels the track along a bed of electro-blips and echoing guitars...until it explodes at 2:50 into a tumbling spiral of bass, guitars, synths and drums. Even the kitchen sink's in the mix somewhere. Lyrics (the best on the album): What's with all this doom and gloom? You used to be such (such a laugh) It's only sin, original sin Corinthians (15:22) Never been a big fan of fits But I'm growing so fond of you You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore Truth is truth I ain't no bohemian Much too, much too safe Much too, much too typical Much too, much too typical Much too, much too You can use your hands for something else Ill take you further than the scholars had Put down your books and molest me Heaven is here, where it needs to be You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore And there was a time before we were born When we stood in the garden If this won't last I'll turn you on Well, I've got enough for the both of us The both of us The both of us And there was a time before we were born When we stood in the garden If this won't last I'll turn you on Well, I've got enough for the both of us The both of us