| APRIL 2002 |
| FUCKSUMMERS (APRIL 2002) (MUSCUTT) And so the terror has come again well what do you want from me? Do you want me to make it go away? So you can live your life in shame You know it�s all your worth in this discarded summer time Sit alone in darkened bedrooms watching fluid dripping down from the walls Are you really alone in that darkness of yours or is there somebody there to help you You want senseless sex and overdoses trips to A and E and phone calls to exes Taking all you can so you covet in your lair where you belong Taking all you want so you can count it in despair Taking all you can in this summer time season nightmare Take everything you want because I really couldn�t care Another song about selfish people, something I know Simon doesn�t like. This is about someone who takes everything, I don�t know what, but is really narrow minded and in the end turns out quite pathetic because they live alone in some dark flat somewhere, hiding from life. And before you ask: no, that line about �fluid dripping down from the wall� is not some sick metaphor for masturbation. ATHUR AND MARTHA (MUSCUTT) (APRIL 2002) When you moved in next to Arthur you never thought he had a wife But when you met her in the garden you realised he had a life And do you think about her when you sleep Maybe you�d do something about it if he didn�t sleep so deep Arthur and Martha are inviting guests for swinging a week today Will you take up their invitation or will you go astray And do you fantasise about sharing when you sleep You might be able to while he�s alone and counting sheep And as you leave for work one day Arthur asks if you�re OK He says thank you for last for last Friday it was really quite a day And he knows you�ll think about it when you sleep Because your husband doesn�t care yeah Arthur says he is a creep But don�t linger on it always �cos you have other things to do You�re fucking Arthur and his wife and yet he doesn�t have a clue And does he think about it while you sleep Well maybe so and maybe not but he�s still a fucking creep A song really about sexual freedom. There�s this woman who is tied down to a relationship with a man who is not interested in sex � and she soon gets bored and starts talking to her neighbour, who is in his sixties but is a right kinky bugger. So she starts going to orgies and shit round his and his wife�s house and really enjoys it, while her husband never has a clue about this secret life she leads. An interesting concept, I think this goes on more than you�d expect. Especially those active pensioners, I bet they love getting their ends away. Impotence doesn�t affect everyone you know. Ever read about that porn star who is in his sixties? Exactly what this song is about. WE CAN REBUILD YOU (MUSCUTT) (APRIL 2002) You always wanted to break free but now you�ve done more than that you�ve messed it up you see And me? Well I have been waiting for the day when I could say �you know I always told you so� But these doctors say they can rebuild you they can take your life in their hands We can rebuild you yes we can get you back good as new you�d never know what happened to you I saw you sleeping or maybe you�re on drugs the nurse said you could hear me but could you really in your sleep And it�s like painting by numbers it�s always the same nearly every day is it really worth me coming here But these doctors say they can rebuild you they can take your life in their hands We can rebuild you yes we can get you back good as new you�d never know what happened to you �But have you really loved someone even though you�re far away and have you ever wondered why It seems so futile while you�re away but so worthwhile when you�re together� I say as you lie sleeping But these doctors say they can rebuild you they can take your life in their hands We can rebuild you yes we can get you back good as new you�d never know what happened to you And I don�t know if you�ll ever awaken and see my face looking back at you it seems unlikely yet somehow I never ever lose hope in you I just want to see your smile one more time before I die Don�t let the final words I said be symbolic of this shit you�ve landed in This is about someone in a coma and wishing they'd wake up. SAM (FELLOWS/LYONS) (MAY 1997) Sam she is brave she is kind I think you�ll find she�s always to count upon When I�m feeling blue she comes to the rescue Sam she forgives and forgets she�s the bestest chum I�ve ever had Sam hasn�t any money but I�ve never ever met her sort But now I�m glad I did because she�s the bestest sport Sam she is brave she is kind I think you�ll find she�s always to count upon When I�m feeling blue she comes to the rescue A short song written for the finale of a play I performed in as part of my GCSE drama assessment. I think it was written by a classmate called Rob Fellows, who now has his own band (last time I heard). Though I think another student in my group called Nici Lyons may have written part of it. I had to sing the last two lines, as part of my character Clarence, who was generally a posh bastard and didn�t have any friends until this girl called Sam became my friend. The play was called �Friends Forever� I believe, and I had the main part. We had to perform it three times in one day, around all the primary schools in our area. I thought I�d stick it in here for pure entertainment quality, I found it in my loft the other day. It�s quite a simple song, but it was aimed at 5-11 year olds, so�I guess it fits. |
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