Fake Tales Of San Francisco
2006
2:57
Official Music Video
Fake Tales Of San Francisco by Arctic Monkeys
Lyrics & Translation
English
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Oh, she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wank
And I'm not having a nice time"
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah but his bird said it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far
Yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Fake Tales Of San Francisco by Arctic Monkeys
Fake Tales Of San Francisco* (original Arctic Monkeys)
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Oh, she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wank
And I'm not having a nice time"
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah but his bird said it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far
Yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah
Fake Tales Of San Francisco (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Cuentos Falsos de San Francisco
Resuenan por la habitación
Más sentido tiene una discoteca de boda
Sin novia ni novio
Hay una banda súper genial sí
Con sus sombreros trilby y sus copas de vino blanco
Y todas las estrellas de rock de fin de semana en los baños
Practicando sus líneas
No quiero oírte
(Échame, échame)
No quiero oírte no
(Échame, échame)
No quiero oírte
(Échame, échame)
No quiero oírte
No quiero oír tus
Cuentos Falsos de San Francisco
Resuenan por el aire
Y hay algunas caras aburridas al fondo
Todos deseando no estar allí
Y mientras el micrófono chirría
El teléfono de una chica joven suena
Sí, ella corre hacia la salida
Oh, ella corre hacia las calles de afuera
"Oh, me has salvado," grita por teléfono
"La banda era una puta mierda
Y no lo estoy pasando bien"
No quiero oírte
(Échame, échame)
No quiero oírte no
(Échame, échame)
Sí, pero su chica dijo que es increíble, sin embargo
Así que todo lo que queda
Es la prueba de que el amor no solo es ciego sino sordo
Él habla de San Francisco, es de Hunter's Bar
No sé muy bien la distancia
Pero estoy seguro de que está lejos
Sí, estoy seguro de que está bastante lejos
Sí, me encantaría contarte todo mi problema
No eres de Nueva York, eres de Rotherham
Así que bájate del carro y suelta el manual
Sí, sí, sí, sí, sí
Bájate del carro y suelta el manual
Bájate del carro y suelta el manual
Bájate del carro y suelta el manual
Bájate del carro y suelta el manual, sí
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