Countdown Conundrum
I'm faced with a conundrum. The response to the appeal to name our impending EP release has been nothing short of huge and the quality of entry ranges from the sublime to ridiculous. I am also pleased to announce that to date we have only received 1 suggestion that contains a swearword although several of you have implied a certain degree of filth within your entry. The competition deadline is Friday 16th March and we'll be announcing the winner on stage at The Dublin Castle that very night. If you haven't yet entered but want to try your luck you email your entry right here...oh, someone new's just entered as I type - see the entry in the comments section of this video.
The conundrum is that I must somehow answer your requests for lyrics whilst not revealing the track listing, which I'm definitely NOT allowed to do. What then follows is a selection of lyrics from our current catalogue plus a little one liner to describe what the song is about. Some of these are songs that will make EP2 and some are red herrings, hope it helps!
BUTTERFINGERS...'it's about your old friends, those you met during your salad days and who you thought you'll always be as close to as you were back then - see also girls you nearly let slip!'
The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again
The last thing I heard was our old song
I tried to play it to another when you’d gone
Marks out of two, I’d give her one
Marked out of ten she’s not so strong
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind.
I couldn’t paint your dewy eyes.
I don’t think Monet or Picasso would’ve tried
And no poet could describe
The rivers running from your eyes.
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind
The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind
CHAV SONG...'inspired by years of having to walk past off-licenses through a Sea of Burberry whilst regretting the choice to wear your Wonderwall T-shirt and learning to be friends with a Chav in later life. It's a song about tolerance, and a chance to rhyme En-ger-land with Timberland and get the words sovereign and ring together for the first time in pop history.'
Do you all wanna?
Find a street corner.
Let’s all get cider’d
Makes us look harder
But that wasn’t me
My society,
We don’t like Burberry
That shit frightens me
Oh what’s wrong with me
Why so sad?
A little pride in the
Union Jack. And I’m
I’m looking good in my
Baseball cap
There’s nothing wrong, there’s nothing wrong
With being friends with a Chav
Let’s all fight him he,
Doesn’t look like me
“Ah yeah sweet man, sweet”
Lets break all his teeth.
I got Tim-ber-land
I am En-ger-land.
Got my girl and we’re
Soveriegn hand in hand
Chorus
Let’s all fight him he…
Chorus
BLUE SONGS...'Experimenting getting back to Blues roots, typically a love song with a twist. A simple idea where the bloke sees his loves in colour, Blues are the only colour that really matter.'
It’s all over
Me and you
I can’t make a home here
I can’t get through
White is marriage
Green if we’re through
But I only write blue songs for you
I’ve been lonely
With you
And I’m sorry
What more can I do
Red was for Rosie
Pink for Ruth
But I only write blue songs for you
I remember you
So out of reach
Crashing down on me like
Waves on a beach
White is for marriage
I’m green if we’re through
But I only wrote blue songs for
Only wrote blue songs for
I only wrote blue songs for you
EMILY...'thought I saw a very pretty girl trying to catch my eye across a field, turns out she wasn't! "Emily you're something else" as in reference to the strike of humility that hit me as I realised that Emily was looking straight past me and how close I was to making a complete idiot of myself...which is probably what I've just done telling you all this now.'
Emily you’re something else
I wish that you were mine.
If I had a van I’d name it
Emily, my ride.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.
Emily you’re something else
I wish we’d never met.
You’re always Emily
Not sweetheart, sugar, honey, darlin’, pet.
Yeah Emily
I realise this is strange.
Hearing someone making such a
Fuss about your name.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.
I could’ve introduced myself
But it wouldn’t be the same.
Here’s to you sweet Emily
The girl that doesn’t even know my name.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Emily was something else
A second in my life.
And we’re living happily
In my mind.
‘Cause I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Nothing like that happens in real life.
HONEY...'a couple raid a bank in gritty Tarantino style. The song opens to 'Honey' taking her man by surprise with the shotgun they bought together and demanding to keep all the money and leave him chained to the bed. If you remember doing GCSE Lord of the flies then you'll be very familiar with allegory, and there's one here.'
Oh wont you wait for me honey
I want my share of the money.
Friends were quite frank, said that robbing a bank’s not the best way to keep with you
Honey.
And then you’re in love with me
Laughing you handcuff me.
Holding me. Loving me.
Pointing our gun at me.
Oh wont you plead with me Honey.
Put down the gun for me sweetie.
Let’s talk about it, let’s find someway round it. I’m sure that you don’t wanna
Shoot me.
And then you’re untying me.
Keeping your eyes on me.
I think it’s so great what you’re
Threatening to do to me.
Break
Now that our gun’s on you Honey
You’re still, like a season of Gucci.
Let down your guard while I sang out my heart no you didn’t guess that did you
Honey?
And then you’re crying at me.
Oh you’re begging me.
A moment you’re almost so close to
Forgiving me.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Thanks to all who came ans saw us at The Comedy last week, great to see so many numbers on a school night! There's a roll of pictures just a click away and further evidence to follow. Disappointed no-one caught the moment I stood on a Birthday cake and apologies to anyone I might have sweated on.
The conundrum is that I must somehow answer your requests for lyrics whilst not revealing the track listing, which I'm definitely NOT allowed to do. What then follows is a selection of lyrics from our current catalogue plus a little one liner to describe what the song is about. Some of these are songs that will make EP2 and some are red herrings, hope it helps!
BUTTERFINGERS...'it's about your old friends, those you met during your salad days and who you thought you'll always be as close to as you were back then - see also girls you nearly let slip!'
The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again
The last thing I heard was our old song
I tried to play it to another when you’d gone
Marks out of two, I’d give her one
Marked out of ten she’s not so strong
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind.
I couldn’t paint your dewy eyes.
I don’t think Monet or Picasso would’ve tried
And no poet could describe
The rivers running from your eyes.
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind
The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again
Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind
CHAV SONG...'inspired by years of having to walk past off-licenses through a Sea of Burberry whilst regretting the choice to wear your Wonderwall T-shirt and learning to be friends with a Chav in later life. It's a song about tolerance, and a chance to rhyme En-ger-land with Timberland and get the words sovereign and ring together for the first time in pop history.'
Do you all wanna?
Find a street corner.
Let’s all get cider’d
Makes us look harder
But that wasn’t me
My society,
We don’t like Burberry
That shit frightens me
Oh what’s wrong with me
Why so sad?
A little pride in the
Union Jack. And I’m
I’m looking good in my
Baseball cap
There’s nothing wrong, there’s nothing wrong
With being friends with a Chav
Let’s all fight him he,
Doesn’t look like me
“Ah yeah sweet man, sweet”
Lets break all his teeth.
I got Tim-ber-land
I am En-ger-land.
Got my girl and we’re
Soveriegn hand in hand
Chorus
Let’s all fight him he…
Chorus
BLUE SONGS...'Experimenting getting back to Blues roots, typically a love song with a twist. A simple idea where the bloke sees his loves in colour, Blues are the only colour that really matter.'
It’s all over
Me and you
I can’t make a home here
I can’t get through
White is marriage
Green if we’re through
But I only write blue songs for you
I’ve been lonely
With you
And I’m sorry
What more can I do
Red was for Rosie
Pink for Ruth
But I only write blue songs for you
I remember you
So out of reach
Crashing down on me like
Waves on a beach
White is for marriage
I’m green if we’re through
But I only wrote blue songs for
Only wrote blue songs for
I only wrote blue songs for you
EMILY...'thought I saw a very pretty girl trying to catch my eye across a field, turns out she wasn't! "Emily you're something else" as in reference to the strike of humility that hit me as I realised that Emily was looking straight past me and how close I was to making a complete idiot of myself...which is probably what I've just done telling you all this now.'
Emily you’re something else
I wish that you were mine.
If I had a van I’d name it
Emily, my ride.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.
Emily you’re something else
I wish we’d never met.
You’re always Emily
Not sweetheart, sugar, honey, darlin’, pet.
Yeah Emily
I realise this is strange.
Hearing someone making such a
Fuss about your name.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.
I could’ve introduced myself
But it wouldn’t be the same.
Here’s to you sweet Emily
The girl that doesn’t even know my name.
Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Emily was something else
A second in my life.
And we’re living happily
In my mind.
‘Cause I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Nothing like that happens in real life.
HONEY...'a couple raid a bank in gritty Tarantino style. The song opens to 'Honey' taking her man by surprise with the shotgun they bought together and demanding to keep all the money and leave him chained to the bed. If you remember doing GCSE Lord of the flies then you'll be very familiar with allegory, and there's one here.'
Oh wont you wait for me honey
I want my share of the money.
Friends were quite frank, said that robbing a bank’s not the best way to keep with you
Honey.
And then you’re in love with me
Laughing you handcuff me.
Holding me. Loving me.
Pointing our gun at me.
Oh wont you plead with me Honey.
Put down the gun for me sweetie.
Let’s talk about it, let’s find someway round it. I’m sure that you don’t wanna
Shoot me.
And then you’re untying me.
Keeping your eyes on me.
I think it’s so great what you’re
Threatening to do to me.
Break
Now that our gun’s on you Honey
You’re still, like a season of Gucci.
Let down your guard while I sang out my heart no you didn’t guess that did you
Honey?
And then you’re crying at me.
Oh you’re begging me.
A moment you’re almost so close to
Forgiving me.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Thanks to all who came ans saw us at The Comedy last week, great to see so many numbers on a school night! There's a roll of pictures just a click away and further evidence to follow. Disappointed no-one caught the moment I stood on a Birthday cake and apologies to anyone I might have sweated on.
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