| MARCH 2002 |
| PRYDERUS (MUSCUTT) Yeah you got this far but don�t you think you could have done better You made it here but you spunked it all against the wall for the sake of a good time And now you�re crying on a coach with the letter in your hand Knowing you�ll have to tell them why you fucked it up so soon Now I think (think!) that the word �pryderus� means �poor� (as in �a bad attempt) in Welsh. Don�t lynch me if I�ve got this wrong, but the song is about people who get into doing something and then mess it up completely. I am, of course, talking about university, and people who get to that stage of education with all positive intent, and then lie around all day in their keks watching shit TV and not doing any work, then wondering why they failed so dramatically. People like that genuinely astound me � they do fuck all then are really, really surprised to see they have failed! Very, very weird�almost as if they are blinkered � they think they can do all the work tomorrow, then the next day, and so on�and then BOOM! It catches up with them. HIROSHIMA HUSBAND (MUSCUTT) Husband�s home from the war he made it safe across the water Now he lives inside a hostel for the walking wounded for which it won�t get better The painful memories so fresh inside make him wish that he had died Not even the love from you or your daughter can soothe the thoughts he thinks inside But it�s over the sanctioned killing we saw so much on TV Did you see the celebrations broadcast live makes you feel so glad to be alive But the heroes didn�t see they got caught there inbetween The barbed wire and the turrets ready and waiting to claim their lives A no win situation so they resigned themselves to death so we can watch our children take another breath I guess this is about men who come back from the war, and remembering the ones who never came back, who died so that the living can carry on their lives back home. NIGHT LIFE (MUSCUTT) Why does life have to be so boring look at all the mindless on the streets Think they�re so cool they think they�re it drink too much and look like shit it�s night life in the city just night life The sun has set the moon has yet to pass and the losers are coming out With their designer labels they�re urban fables from the book of not very much it�s night life in the city just night life They clog up pubs from seven PM and clubs till nearly dawn Wasting money and time and all their lives on the pretence of having fun in the night life in the city just night life Get a taxi home at five in case you are in luck that girl�s too easy and you�ll regret this next ragged drunken fuck It�s just night life in the city just night life Oh how I hate going out now. Especially in a city so clogged up by gangs of pissed up, lairy students pretending they�re having �A Really Great Time At University� when in fact they are really the saddest people alive. This song is for them basically. Well, not for them, more about them. I don�t want to be associated with that race of scum, I really don�t. Especially the ones who go to clubs- urgh, clubs are fucking horrible places. EASTERFIELDS (MUSCUTT) Pass it by every day it always looks the same never think about it again But it remains in the same place on the hill by the school Just up from the astroturf where the girls play hockey day after day And the boys play football at lunchtimes and after school Their ties loosened and free from the shackles of education The house remains in the same place it has since 1973 This song is written about a house not far from my own in Teignmouth, just next to the astroturf pitch that the local high school uses for P.E. and stuff. I always liked the name of this house, but never got round to writing a song about it. Until now, obviously. |
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