Lyrics Saint Etienne – Finisterre

Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds
Use a bank? I’d rather die

I loved to draw when I was a little girl
It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be

I believe that music in the long run can straighten out most things
There are too many bands that act lame
Sound tame
I believe In Electrelane
Over here it’s new, it’s now, it’s you, it’s clean
The beard and lipstick scene
So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture
So bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense
I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism
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Finisterre, to tear it down and start again…
Think about the love back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a town
Of silver birches
Twenty-seven chuches
A look of horror if you drop a H
Around here its hoods up and heads down
Got it the wrong way around

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again
Think about the love back in Finisterre

I want to know the whole of the city with you

You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves