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| MAY 2001 |
| MILES FROM HOME (MUSCUTT) Come inside your wild eyes what is it you thrive on? Live broadcast TV market share has no bearing anymore Rabbit in a hole and he will never reach the sea so tell the children what you know stand shivering for hours They�ll never come back looks like you�re walking home again boy So come inside these wild eyes and you might find something new This was originally called �Highway�. It�s about hitch hiking and resigning yourself to the fact that you�ll be walking home on some dark, foggy road in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold and rain. You shouldn�t pick hitch hikers up, anyway. You never know if they�re some mad deranged axe wielding crazy person. SOCIOLOGICAL WISH LIST (MUSCUTT) Wishing I could get inside the boundaries wishing I could remove the barriers Wishing we could be alone so faraway wishing we could be the ones to hear them say Everything that�s familiar is fading away Wishing I said the things I needed to say wishing it would stop for just one day Wishing the whole thing doesn�t change me wishing you could re-arrange me I could believe it all if you said it to me but the only sound is silence and I�ll believe it in my dreams Wishing I knew the reasons wishing I knew the calculations Wishing I knew why it happened wishing I knew what was behind closed doors I want to know what the Hell to say when you�re down I want nobody to ever come close to you again I want to have you for myself I could believe it all if you said it to me but the only sound is silence and I�ll believe it in my dreams Originally called �Pornographic Wish List� until I thought that sounded a bit strong. I think it�s about long distance relationships and how they can either work or fail outright. It also deals with trying to make sure you�re the only one who gets close to a particular person � maybe you think nobody else is good enough for them, I don�t know. MINUS (MUSCUTT) I�ll whisper but only if we fall in after a television sky Together they run like winter and I could shine if the Sun vacates the sky between infinity and my eyes Death may tell us to manipulate and how the sleeping lie so undisturbed Their visions of elaborate living were gone ugly dreams of skin and bones they flood away and they run away Pure weird lyrics by me again, sorry! I like the first line�fuck knows what it�s about though. Don�t ask me, I only write these things. KID HATRED (MUSCUTT) I never wanted you in my life so why are you here? I never needed your sympathy so why don�t you understand That I can�t live in this world knowing you�re still around and still breathing You think I wanted you, you�re wrong you think I needed you, you�re wrong Yeah you�re always so wrong about me return of The Kid the feelings in me I never wanted you to care for me So why do you bother? You say you�re trying to help a friend But interference doesn�t count and I can�t live in this world knowing you�re still around and still breathing Taking up the space that was meant for me taking up the air that�s wasted on you Taking the time to create you nobody ever wanted you can�t you see that�s why you�re so broken and cold Nobody appreciates you except those of your kind Nobody felt anything for you that�s why you�re looking back so sad the return of The Kid and the feelings in me I hope you never find the one you don�t deserve to I hope you crawl away dying you know that�s all your ever worth I hope you forget how spiteful you are and me I hope I never see you again I kind of think this song has the same message as a Muse song called �Hyper Music� � that one dealt with telling someone you never loved them and don�t want them, this one is doing a similar sort of thing. It�s more about feelings of anger rising as a result of someone being overbearing towards you and suffocating you with protection and things, and making you snap, not just because of that but a combination of a whole load of other pressures as well. The Kid is meant to be a symbol of those old cowboy films, which�I don�t know, either makes the song work as a concept or just seem a bit Stoke On Trent (bent). 21:23 (MUSCUTT) I want to see blue skies again I�ve never been to the Sun feel breezes through my hair and see blue sky again I want to turn on the lights we�ve seen too much darkness never be locked away and see blue sky again I wish for fields of happiness that fades into my eyes I want to feel the sunlight on such a beautiful day Here in the fields inside the halo of your face I want to feel the Sun escape who I am today Say something encouraging make me feel better time is an unknown we�ve been here for hours Growing shorter and ticking away constantly evolving show me your hands when the nerves approach Leave me in peace now disturb me never in fields of blue sky This song evolved from one of my short stories as well � it comes from �Floor 96� � a story about a council estate set after a war which has all manner of weird residents. Someone said it was �League Of Gentlemen x The Prisoner x council estates� which I have to agree with. This one comes from the chapter called �The Signals� and the song was originally called that. Its about a man who communicates with these boys, sending them Morse code messages that basically translate as symbols of reincarnation, death and an imminent disaster. IT�S NOT HAPPENING (THOUGHTS OF A MID AIR COLLISION VICTIM, 1987) (MUSCUTT) Having my doubts I�ve been persuaded having my doubts I�m reassured again Terminal waiting for a disaster to happen soon to me And when you�re witnessing the incident what do you think of Do you think of your life do you think of what could have been Or do you cry as it falls apart everything airborne and whilst you�ve never felt as free You know it won�t last long before you�re hitting the earth and dying Is death the price we pay for a small piece of freedom oh your secret�s safe with me I promise I won�t tell And another five seconds and we�ll be wreckage it�s not happening but it�s happening here and now And we fall in slow motion city lights brighter but you�re not scared anymore And we tell ourselves it�s not happening when it�s really the end Probably not the best song to do after recent events of September 2001, but this is all about the thoughts and feelings of an air crash victim in the short space between a mid air collision and the plane crashing on the ground. I always imagined what people must think about as they are crashing to the ground at 600mph � not a lot I�d imagine, you�d probably be too shit scared to think of anything. That is my worst fear � dying in an air crash, that and being eaten alive. |
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