Los Campesinos! are a six piece indie pop band from Cardiff, Wales, formed in early 2006 at Cardiff University. Although the band formed in Wales, none of its members are Welsh. They released their début album, Hold on Now, Youngster..., in February 2008 and followed this up by releasing a record titled We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed, in October that year. Whilst many consider it to be an album due to its length, the band have previously referred to it as a 'record' or EP (extended EP), for contractual and artistic reasons before ultimately deciding to refer to it as their second album out of simplicity. Their second official album and third overall, entitled Romance Is Boring, was released on 1 February 2010. Their fourth full-length release, Hello Sadness, was released on 14 November 2011. The band's fifth album, No Blues, was released on 29 October 2013.
The group came together at Cardiff University in 2006, originally consisting of Neil Turner on guitar, Ellen Waddell on bass guitar, and Ollie Briggs on drums. In March 2006, Tom Bromley joined the band, assuming the role of lead guitarist, later followed by Gareth Paisey – who became the band's principal lyricist – on lead vocals and glockenspiel, Harriet Coleman on violin and keyboard, and finally Aleksandra Berditchevskaia on vocals, keyboards, and melodica. According to Tom, he met Neil after overhearing him discussing Sufjan Stevens at a club. The band's earliest compositions were long pieces in the style of post-rock, though no recordings from this era are known to circulate publicly. The word campesino in Spanish translates to "peasant" or "country person." All members of the band refer to their surnames as Campesinos!.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178,
spitting cusses at my face reflected in the windscreen pane.
Throwing insults and calling names.
Filthy SMS's that you sent through the day,
by sundown, become tame,
so I set it in motion again.
But fates a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world.
She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls,
cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers,
she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house.
But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux.
I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.
(Chorus)
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming,
you've been dreaming about me.
And it's a good night,
For a fist fight,
Because the dew will temper your fall,
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls.
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool.
It's like I'm snookered between the back cushion and touching the 8 ball.
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot,
you peel your white gloves off seductively before you re-spot.
Your fingertips leave marks and graze,
I lay you down atop the baize,
I'm not sure if it's love anymore,
but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.
My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.
By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)
By your hand is the only end I foresee, (My gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion.)