Review: Bleachers Bring Their Wild Hearts To London’s Bush Hall

Go and see them live immediately.

Friday, July 7, 2017 - 13:08

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Somebody broke me once
Love was a currency
A shimmering balance act
I think that I laughed at that
And I saw your face and hands
Coloured in sun and then
I think I understand
Will I understand?

Will we fight, stay up late?
In my dreams I'm to blame
Different sides of the bed
Roll your eyes, shave my head
Now we're stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just sit
(I'm in love and you've got me, runaway)

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money

I slept on my own those nights
Was still in my parents' house
And I cut off my t-shirt sleeves
And claim a new continent
'Til I saw your face and hands
Covered in sun and then
I think I understand
Will I understand?

Will we fight, stay up late?
In my dreams I'm to blame
Different sides of the bed
Roll your eyes, shake my head
Now we're stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just sit
(I'm in love and you've got me, runaway)

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money
(I'm in love and you've got me, runaway)
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money
(I'm in love and you've got me, runaway)

When you're looking at your shadow
Standing on the edge of yourself
Praying on the darkness
Just don't take the money
Dreaming of an easy
Waking up without weight now
And you're looking at the heartless
Just don't take the money

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Well, don't take the money
(I'm in love and you've got me, runaway)
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money

Just don't take the money
Just don't take the money
Just don't take the money
Just don't take the money

Writer(s): Jack Antonoff, Ella Yelich O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

You know when you listen to an album incessantly for a while you begin to dream of seeing it performed live? Well that was us with Bleachers and their sophomore record Gone Now, so when they stopped by London’s Bush Hall this week we all but dived out of the office to get a peek at the band in action.

Unlike most venues in the city, this one in Shepherd’s Bush was a 400 capacity situation and was the opposite of the summer gigs Bleachers have been playing in the run up. But because Jack Antonoff knows how to get a crowd really freaking excited, it felt like we were at Lollapalooza and not West London on a Wednesday night.

The set was a mix of old and new, with the likes of Rollercoaster and I Wanna Get Better in there with new tracks and personal faves Everybody Lost Somebody, Let’s Get Married and, well let’s be honest, all of them.

And seeing as this was our first ever live Bleachers experience we also had the joy of witnessing the incredible sax player that is Evan Smith, along with the rest of the band who we quickly fell in love with.

While despite the sweat situation all over our faces, by the end we were jumping our hearts out to Don’t Take The Money and waving our hands in the air like we really just didn’t care.