Glass Animals – Poplar St.


When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St Just a little child with plasters on my knees Watching all the world from high up in the trees I saw Mrs Moore sleep ’round with Mr Keats I feel like a new man Red flowers on my bed Breathe straight through the crisp air Dead flowers in the sand I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah Mama always called that woman prosti-tits For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep I feel like a new man Red flowers on my bed Breathe straight through the crisp air Dead flowers in the sand I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah And all your days are gone Sitting on the floor In your underwear Begging me for more And all my days are gone Sitting on the floor In my underwear Begging you for more Cause I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah Just another boy who lived on Poplar St Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me ”I don’t love you anymore” she said and ceased to be

64 thoughts on “Glass Animals – Poplar St.

  1. When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St
    Just a little child with plasters on my knees
    Watching all the world from high up in the trees
    I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats

    I feel like a new man
    Red flowers in my bed
    Breathe straight through the crisp air
    Dead flowers in the sand

    I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict
    I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict, yeah

    Mama always called that woman prosti-tits
    For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick
    One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me
    Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep

    I feel like a new man
    Red flowers in my bed
    Breathe straight through the crisp air
    Dead flowers in the sand

    I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict
    I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict, yeah

    And all your days are gone
    Sitting on the floor
    In your underwear
    Begging me for more

    And all my days are gone
    Sitting on the floor
    In my underwear
    Begging you for more

    'Cause I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict
    I am a true romantic
    Free falling love addict, yeah

    Just another boy who lived on Poplar St
    Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs
    One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me
    I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be

  2. Hi, guys, this is my new piano cover for this song, Enjoy 🙂 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e9uzaGj3r0&index=14&list=PLr2XDoB9LPK19GSJNnxQiND6SZOsJ1v5Z

  3. I love the symbolism with the flowers
    'red flowers in my bed' and 'dead flowers in the sand' like a sandbox referencing his childhood is no longer since ms moore got to him…

  4. I'm 44 and it annoys me when people in my age group and older say that all music today is crap. But then again, the opinions of closed minded people don't really matter…

  5. so we not gon talk about the fact this song is about a little boy getting raped by an older woman and stripping his childhood away from him

  6. This sounds like sugar…. So … •-• but also, it sounds like he has really aged… Every song in the album is about a stage in your life or your childhood! Oh wait… They title is "How to be a human being" … So are humans this messed up… Oh wait they are… Maybe I need to stop talking

  7. Go check out the original video from the glass animals YouTube page. This guy gets more credit from the song than the actual creators. Do a good thing and check the glass animals YouTube page.

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