Argot Poisoning (Talk My Ears Off)

Track 2 on 2012 Demos

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So this is a song about hanging off of every word your lover says. Real love is about an intellectual match. “Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments”… The… Read More

Jun. 1, 20121 viewer

Argot Poisoning (Talk My Ears Off) Lyrics

When you open your mouth, you've got something to say
And that's the thing that scares most people away
Cos they don't wanna talk about indigenous rights
Or what happened at the synagogue, Friday night

But I will follow you, everything you do
I met my match, tailor-made, in you
You met your match, Hades-sent, in me
Cos I'm not scared of you, I like your mystery

I know that this is real
Cos we don't talk about what douchebags talk about
All the shit that they swept under their rugs
They call us rude, but we're just in love

We could talk about the work of Thomas Hobbes
Or our favorite Survivor player, Boston Rob
Or how you're related to Charles Darwin
Or the love affair of Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin

Or travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something but me
I found the only girl that I'll ever need
You're like the smoking patches to my tweed, yeah

I know that this is real
Cos we don't talk about shit bitches talk about
All the shit that they swept under their rugs
They call us rude, but we're just in love

We don't have much time
So talk my ears off
We don't know what's next
So let's be loud

I know that this is real
Cos we don't talk about things losers talk about
All the shit that they swept under their rugs
They call us rude, but we just know the 411

I know that this is real
Cos we don't talk about shit bitches talk about
All the shit that they swept under their rugs
They call us rude, but we're just in love

I know that this is real
Cos we don't talk about stuff douchebags talk about
All the shit that they swept under their rugs
They call us rude, but we're just in love

We don't have much time
So talk my ears off
We don't know what's next
So let's be loud

About

So this is a song about hanging off of every word your lover says. Real love is about an intellectual match. “Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments”…

The title of “Argot Poisoning” is a pun about being intoxicated by talking to someone you love: ergot poisoning is when you eat bread made from wheat with a certain fungus in it, and it makes you trip (some people think it caused the Salem witches). An argot is a peculiar, idiosyncratic dialogue… as C.S. Lewis would’ve called it, “little language.”