Lyrics to songs by The NovaSouls
- 40 Days
- A Plan For Saturday
- Black Sambuca
- Casablanca
- Celluloid
- Commuter Town Stories (Part 1)
- For One Night Only
- Heroes Get Bullets
- Insufficient Funds
- I Used To Work In A Burger Restaurant
- Juliet
- Keep This Wheel a Turning
- Medusa
- Open Wounds
- Salvage Some Hope
- Sometimesong
- Terrorist Eyes
- The Astronomer
- The Bottom of Bottles
- The Pretty Girls in Prague
- Turn A Blind Eye
- What D'you Wanna Fight For?
- Weekday Working Blues
- What I've Been Waiting For
- You Smoke Too Many Cigarettes
40 Days
it's taken 40 days to find the strength to purge you from my mind
drains all i got within to quench the burning of my skin
i'm leaving arms without a trace to come back clean with no disgrace
it's taken almost forty days to leave the blades and tourniquets
start a different phase...
this time i'm changing my ways
i've had a turbulent run
it's been a turbulent ride
it's taken everything
and it's slowly bleeding me dry
the beast i flee scares the hell out of me
and as the night sweats freeze i recall memories
i keep my best friends close but my enemies even closer for ease
don't kill your enemies
hang them high from the trees let them swing in the breeze
A Plan For Saturday
you need to start with the alka seltzer and get water, food and sleep
and as sobriety looms then the drinking resumes and you're back in the pub by 3
and with the doubles more value than singles and a packet of crisps for your tea
with the money you've saved from your piss take of a wage, being drunk is the best way to be
the problems arise a bit later, when you're starting to act like a prat
and that minger you kissed (yeah we know that you're pissed! but there's really no excuse for that!)
and the cocktails all look so refreshing, but certainly not very cheap
but cashback is here, give a loud lairy cheer, being drunk is the best way to be
i was starting to stumble (it's the first sign of trouble)
it must've been about nine (and my head's full of wine)
and then the missus called, said i'm fucking bored, will you come and stay at mine?
and so i conceded (i begged and i pleaded)
but not straight away ("put your foot down" they'd say)
cos there's this place we always go and i can't say no, and you know i just got paid
so i found myself getting a round in, of vodka and lemon and lime
cos it goes down so well when your stomach has swelled from the beer that you drink all the time
and then this tale gets a bit hazy, but i remember being in a club
with blue flashing lights and chavs starting fights and that minger we saw in the pub
then i got this voicemail (no idea of timescale)
my missus had phoned (one more for the road?)
it said "where the hell are you, it's half past two, you said that you'd be home"
and all of these stories (my missus implores me)
none of which i recall (though i try none at all)
i do not know if i was there or not, at five o'clock as another sunday dawned
and the drinking don't help me (it'll eventually kill me)
cos i can't help myself (and mess up my health)
cos i go out with big ideas to not drink beer, and i'm sorry dear
but i just cleared the top shelf...
Black Sambuca
i was drinking black sambuca
down with every other pint
cos it's not about tomorrow morning
i'll be a star tonight
won't you take me to the city
won't you take me to the sea?
it might be pipe dreams and bravado
but it means so much to me
so light me up your cigarette
or lighten up my life
got no pills for all these burdens
nothing left to call my vice
and when i dream i dream of vegas
and the jacks and queens and kings
sat at the table with lady luck
but the dealer always wins
Casablanca
i look at you and say hey now
what's been bringing you down
you know i'm always around
so why you slipping away now?
you don't phase me i'm here to stay
we got no reason to worry
got no reason to cry
you're the one that can save me
we got it all in our sights
and i know we're gonna be alright
Celluloid
stop the world and i'll get off cos when the tough get going
it gets too tough for these hands to carry on with little thanks
you only get one shot but you need two cos you're so self obsessed
you just assumed that we'd wait but that's your emotional state
in picture frames on tv sets a captured glimpse of innocence that has now fallen into the void
an image of your mis-spent youth, of all the lies that masked the truth they are all caught on celluloid
and the world still spins and your heart still sings but if you don't change you won't change a thing
you sold your soul to buy their hearts but you're a jester playing actors parts
oh you fool can't you see they're all laughing at you
and it's a pill that you'd not rather take but the truth still hurts
make no mistake of the facts, we never will get this time back
Commuter Town Stories (Part 1)
i heard you got told by a friend of a friend
of a boy who you knew when you were about ten
and you can't keep a secret and you don't like to lie
so if we all listen closely then you'll tell us in time
about a man in a chip shop who's peddling drugs
sweep it under your hat keep it under the rug
and the pub where the tunes are is all closing down
cos the landlords are pikeys they've nicked a couple of grand
oh this town's full of oddballs and wonderful freaks
and people so boring insomniacs sleep
when they start conversation about life and creation
it's time to drink up and go home
so you're out on the town and with all of your mates
and these girls chat you up just to get you to pay
for their reefs and their vodkas and all of that shit
but there's one who's quite cute so you stay for a bit
you say give me your email i'll drop you a line
you've got a stand off approach but a glint in your eye
and when we're both free we'll go out for some drinks
and it might lead to love or just some sex when we're pissed
oh this town's full of oddballs and wonderful freaks
and people so boring insomniacs sleep
when they start conversation about life and creation
it's time to drink up and go home
yeah this town's full of oddballs and some are my friends
and ones that i love and i'll love til the end
but when they start conversation about life and creation
it's time to drink up and go home
For One Night Only
the police were out in force at one o'clock
i stood ordering my hotdog when you came to interrupt
you said "i haven't seen your face round here before"
i said "we'll phone the council up and get them to hang it from these walls"
you said "lets go, if there's nobody at home, how about we get a taxi back to yours?"
we talked about Oasis all the way
i had a condom in my wallet and a smile across my face
and it wasn't long til we were in my bed
she was very nice, she was dead polite, she didn't have to give me head
and that was it, i still felt a bit pissed and fell asleep for an hour maybe two
and it's awkward in the morning, you wake up and she's sitting there
the same clothes on from last night and she's fixing up her hair
and there's nothing left to talk about and nothing left to see
no exchange of contact details - no binds or guarantees
i walked you home at six o'clock this morning
this town was almost picturesque as sunday done its dawning
and i tried to think of something cool to say
but your phone went off and you answered it and stood talking to your mate
and so i'll go - it was nice to walk you home
i kissed you on the cheek and said goodbye
i wondered if this could be something more
not just a one night stand but a feeling to explore
then at the burger van the following week
you stumbled drunk into the guy infront and he pulled you to your feet
and you looked him in the eye and raised a knowing smile and got into a taxi back to his
Heroes Get Bullets
you bring the whisky i'll bring the coke
i've got some good stuff if you know somewhere we can smoke
i'll be the getaway you bring a gun
i've got the balls if you've got the pace when we run
where do we go from here?
if nobody moves then nobody dies (heroes get bullets so nobody try)
there's no way out of this your hand in mine we'll drive off a cliff
everyone said that your a bad influence
i'll bring the laughter you bring the tears
i'll bring the confident swagger that hides all my fears
i'll be the king and you be my queen
we'll be the two greatest partners the world's ever seen
Insufficient Funds
what do you do at the end of the month?
do you take your money out and then go get drunk?
or do you save it up for a rainy day in blighty?
what do you do when your money runs dry?
do you have a cup of tea and then have a little cry?
or do you set yourself up an overdraft and party?
oh baby baby baby, it's all on credit and none from saving...
i'd shower you in champagne and i'd dress you in dior
just to make up for the times i bought you pizza cos i'm poor
and i'd fly you off to martinique to buy a villa in the sun
but the cash machine informs me i've got insufficient funds
what do you do when you get a credit card?
do you push it to the limit and get stung on APRs?
or do you tell yourself that you'll only use it in an emergency?
well it don't grow on trees and debts not funny
but you justify it to yourself and say it's only money
and you can't take it with you if you're dying
I Used to Work in a Burger Restaurant
i used to work in a burger restaurant
earning money for the times when i got drunk
but now i got myself a suit and tie
and i sit in an office where nobody smiles
i still get drunk with my money left
after paying my bills and paying my rent
but i have a dream i'll get out one day
join a band and together we will make a racket
or beautiful songs
i know which side i'd prefer that you were on
i asked my girlfriend 'honey what do you think?'
she said 'i like the chorus but the verse is weak'
and so i tried to rewrite all these cliched lines
but they end up reading 'oh i need more time'
so i'll put more effort in and sex it up
but whatever i do it seems it's never enough
and it's the same shit but a different day
but i play in a band and together we will make a racket
or beautiful songs
i know which side i'd prefer that you were on
all our dreams might never happen
so we can lie to ourselves and say we never had them
you say we'll just burn out like all the others
but we don't give a shit what you think about us
and these songs might not be up to beatles standards
but at least they ain't a load of boring ballads
and to conclude if we ain't what the public wants
well then i'll go back to a burger restaurant
Juliet
sick of all these dreams and all these lies
i came to win your heart - i came in disguise
now where did that get me?
could be my only chance as the stars aligned
but i got too tense and i fluffed my lines
now there's no recovery
it's an easy life for the filthy rich
but a filthy life for an easy bitch
wait i'm upset - i don't mean that
say you'll take me back cos i'll do what it takes
and what you did was just a big mistake
and one day you might mean that
and on any given day i would act in a different way
to provoke a reaction or feeling
i would put wrong all i've done right just to kiss you better
tonight i'm a nobody a nothing
juliet i've got what you need
there must've been something in the air that night
before you get on up and go there's one thing i want you to know
without your love i'm a nobody a nothing
nothing at all there's nothing to say
nothing you can do when it turns out this way
nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
i may have never known love but at least i've tried
Keep This Wheel a Turning
it's a bright and early start for a scarred and tender heart
making idle conversation above the noise of passing cars
and i'd love to see you naked but i got no time waste
so lets keep this wheel a turning or get out of this place
and all these streets are lined with cigarette butts
and fast food cups and tears
of dreams we lost and never found
and yet they always seem so near
so take your right foot off the pedal
and look around this town
cos if you don't know where you come from
you don't know where you're bound
it's a long walk home
in the dead of night
so come walk with me
come shine a light
Medusa
i'll give the you the facts
i'll spell it out for you
oh the lies you told the truth has been skewed so much
that it almost seems ridiculous now
you were an angel when you came to me
fooled my heart my soul and my family tree
so much that my mother still thinks that you're a nice girl
so come clean about what you did
and all the chavs that you slept with
my dear what goes around will come around
you got love but i got hate
you're like medusa without all those snakes
my dear what goes around will come around
then there's the days when you come running back
you think that all is solved with a free kebab
my dear i'm easy but not as easy as you
you called me your king you called me your superman
but i'm not au fait with your masterplan
and i don't wanna hear another word out of you
cry yourself to sleep - your tears don't mean a thing to me
Open Wounds
sunday's child fever runs wild gone a shade pale
now it's time for her to exhale her veins pulse
the chemical chains that constrict and constrain
keep the devil inside entertained
sunday's girl catching the world falling from the skies
and her eyes will fail to disguise her views
and her substance abuse has ignited the fuse
now there's nobody left to accuse
you're so fearless, no disgrace
you don't bruise so easily these days
it's all white lines and neon lights
you know you gotta come down sometime
Salvage Some Hope
now is not the time to falter heart beats faster blood runs colder
five years older not much wiser boy it's time to make your mind up
much more action no more talking you'll be the richest dead man walking
money makes the world so happy they'll all look at you in envy
can't stand up can't seem to focus the world blurred out in black sambucas
and dreams of drunken nights in vegas you get the sense of deja vu yet?
so bite your lip and just ignore it you can't give up cos you can't afford it
it pays alright but you don't enjoy it the boredom that we call employment
i turn on the radio cover myself i sorrow what might of been i don't know
just me and my piano trying to salvage some hope hold my hand don't let go now
now you've seen the light no need to walk a line
no need to look behind those eyes tonight
i turn on the radio cover myself i sorrow what might of been i don't know
just me and my piano trying to salvage some hope hold my hand don't let go now
Sometimesong
i was in the queue waiting for a cup of tea
you were one infront waiting so impatiently
if i was one infront i'd let you go infront of me
if that makes any sense
you hair's immaculate and mine's a scruffy mess
cos it was dark this morning when i was getting dressed
and though you've got no make-up on you're very pretty nonetheless
if i may be so bold
maybe you won't like me or maybe you will
maybe i'm just lonely and i'm looking for some time to kill
so say what you're going to say but don't be unkind
cos everybody needs someone to lean on sometimes
and i may never be beautiful in your eyes
but everybody needs someone to lean on sometimes
i look an idiot but i can't say a word
but cos i'm arrogant i stand there undeterred
i mumbled something like hello you barely would've heard
and so that's why you walked away
and then my brain awoke so i ran after you
thought i was in a film as i made my hot pursuit
but this is where it all went wrong
you put your shopping in the boot
and got into your boyfriend's car
maybe you won't like me or maybe you will
maybe i'm just lonely and i'm looking for some time to kill
so say what you're going to say but don't be unkind
cos everybody needs someone to lean on sometimes
and i may never be beautiful in your eyes
but everybody needs someone to lean on sometimes
well it turned out that that car was your brother's
and just like me you've no significant other
but if you did then i'm sure i'd rather be your man
and if this tale has a happy ending
like a baby boy or a big white wedding
then that time in the queue
was some time worth spending with you my dear
through all these years we will make it
i'll never love you for the sake of it
Terrorist Eyes
you can't catch me i escape my capture with ease
i'm kicking up dust whilst crossing all borders
slaying my enemies
there's an empty cazam where my heart used to be
my tanks are locking on vapour trails
since you stole my energy
does you head still scream from your amphetamines
i leave you standing kicking down the back door
while your cocaine relieves
and as it's grip takes hold
and your losing sight of your dreams
your feelings depress probably cos you eat less
with your sleepless regime
shaking off the things i'm unable to control
your terrorist eyes pose no disguise
i kick back while it's cleansing my soul
you can't find me i escape my captors with ease
i'm kicking up dust whilst crossing all borders
slaying my enemies
there's an empty cazam where my heart used to be
my tanks are locking on vapour trails
since you stole my energy
The Astronomer
chase the sun from the sky but keep the star's cos they're mine
i get a cold sensation shaking in the base of my spine
it's got me running in circles got me climbing the walls
and though it's shaking my spine it's making no sense at all
i don't need the sun cos the stars and the sky are what's mine
my daylight temperature burns cos nothing's coming for free
now it's the constellation that's taking the best part of me
The Bottom of Bottles
i spent my last tenner on whisky and cigarettes
and sat and wrote down all my hopes and my regrets
so you knew i'd always be down
cos you'll sit and rejoice in my demons and torments
and nothing has changed so today is no different
i drink and i dream you'll be there when i'm coming around
everyone said that we just grew apart
but the things that you did drove a stake trhough my heart
is that the result that you wanted? cos that's what has happened
behind all these front doors are feuds and vendettas
ignited with words that are best left as letters
so smother the flames don't look out for the blame but the answers
i've heard all your records they're a part of my life
a light in the dark in my darkest of times
but as darkness descends they're just memories of when i was younger
everyone said that we just grew apart
but the things that you did drove a stake trhough my heart
is that the result that you wanted? cos that's what has happened
and when you ruin yourself then you might realise
at the bottom of bottoms there's nothing to find
but reality staring back at you and saying i told you so
The Pretty Girls in Prague
an image i remember it comes from late september
is billy and his barclaycard at the autoteller
he says he's got a hundred and that'll do for starters
he's only drinking amstel not the stella artois
mcdonalds needs a visit it's just over the main bridge
and big mac is the same no matter what the language
someone get the next round they're only costing two pound
only problem is that i've gone and broke the seal now
you get dolled up and you dance all day but you'll never dance in that special way
the way the pretty girls do it in prague
a blowjob for some money she says "oh you're so funny"
i don't know what her name is i guess we'll call her honey
she comes across all flirty and promises she's dirty
we'll find out on the table if we pay her thirty
the problem is you can't touch they say that it's a bit much
the bouncer's looking scary he'll knock you out in one punch
no chance that we're going the drinks are still a flowing
and billy's got his card out to get a private showing
you get dolled up and you dance all day but you'll never dance in that special way
the way the pretty girls do it in prague
and we just went away for the weekend
spend some time and some money with my good friends
and we just went away for the weekend
saw some things that i've only seen on internet
yeah we just went away for the weekend
drunk some wine that i wouldn't ever recommend
yeah we just went away for the weekend
drunk too much far too much with some good friends
reunited with the cold friend as we flew in on monday
back into our jobs and existence in the mundane
and billy got his statement to see just where his funds went
a hundred quid of krone and some adult entertainment
Turn A Blind Eye
get off the train on a tuesday evening
rain thrashes down and it's f*cking freezing
need to get home for the footy on the box
so i pick up my pace down the hill past the shops
and the girl who walks past is a little bit young
to be wearing a skirt like that round her bum
sipping on her special brew clutching her phone
she says "i'll be there in a minute cos i'm only down the road"
does your mother know that you're out?
does your mother even care?
cos this ain't a reputable part of town
but your blissfully unaware
these streets weren't made for walking
but you will not be told
you say treat me like an adult
but your just fourteen years old
and your mate's stuck at home cos your mate's got a kid
but she's on the list for some council digs
so it's all round hers if the flat goes through
but until then another special brew?
on the park that you played when you were five
with the world at your feet and a light in your eye
but now you're in with the wrong crowd and out of school
and you call them your mates so they don't bully you
wednesday morning comes too quickly
back to the station, repeat my journey
that girl walks past in last night's clothes
and a tear from her eye starts to run down her nose
is she high as a kite on the crack cocaine?
cos the daily mail say they're all at it these days
i could act the good samaritan and be concerned
but i turn a blind eye cos i gotta go to work
little girl you can do what you like
cos really i don't care
but there's quite a few unsavoury types
who hang around up there
cos i'd hate to see your photo
on the front page of the star
with a quote that's from your mother
saying you could've gone so far
Weekday Working Blues
it's gone half past eight, gonna get in late
i shouldn't have pressed that snooze again
haven't washed my hair, no clean underwear
the Lynx will have to compensate
and there's always something distressing or simply god damn depressing on the news
monday you came too soon
train is on the drag, light another fag
my teeth are yellow anyway
boss sees me arrive, pulls me to one side
says "you gotta do more work less play"
but there's always something amusing that i would rather be doing
just press send, email my friends, what a weekend...
cos friday we went out all night and saturday we did the same
i like my weekends when they're full of booze
monday you came too soon
is it lunchtime yet? need a cigarette
i smoke too many of those things
i got debts to pay so i need the wage
but not the misery it brings
and there's always someone complaining
about how long they have been waiting for some help
why don't you fuck off and shop somewhere else?
is it time to leave? no - it's half past three
i swear that clock is going slow
take me out of here, take me anywhere
we'll drive until we reach the coast
and yes i try to do better, but all i end up with is a letter
saying "no thanks, not this time, we'll keep you on file..."
oh i like my weekends when they're full of booze
and money in the hands of fools is swiftly pissed right up the wall
but we drink to drown these weekday working blues
and monday you came too soon
What D'you Wanna Fight For
i said to her do you wanna go out with me
she said "i don't - i like the rougher type you see"
her boyfriend's back will we solve this amicably
his face says no and my watch says that it's time to leave
yes it's time to leave this place
before he downs his pint and his glass goes in my face
but what d'you wanna fight for? is it cos your mum's poor?
or is it cos your dick's small? have you been on a pub crawl?
is it cos you're so tough? and your neighbourhood's a bit rough?
you wanna hit with a bar stool cos he didn't go to your school?
there's five of them and it's dark they've got caps and hoods
i do the maths and i don't think that my chance is good
just walk on don't look back and they'll leave you alone
or get a kicking that's recorded on their samsung phone
with a tone that irritates but he thinks it's good
but he never did have taste
but what d'you wanna fight for? is it cos your mum's poor?
or is it cos your dick's small? have you been on a pub crawl?
is it cos you're so tough? and your neighbourhood's a bit rough?
you wanna hit with a bar stool cos he didn't go to your school?
and you can't help get the feeling something's loose within your brain
cos you're always one wrong foot away from kicking off all over again
and i notice there's a lady that you've got underneath some spell
cos you ain't exactly handsome but you probably beat her up aswell
yeah you do... i reckon you do...
What I've Been Waiting For
i lost faith in all i believed
i've been shaking off feelings i've received from all those i deceived
cleanse my mind and remain forever
now all the people in my head have started pulling together
well i'll leave you never again
tell me what have i been waiting for
i'm on the level i'll cross paths with the devil no more
recreate a new revolution
rebuild what's left of my mental state and calm this confusion
my self delusional soul
with you're rocknroll
You Smoke Too Many Cigarettes
i'm fed up we've been arguing for hours
i forgot our anniversary and i didn't buy you flowers
so you you're awake but you're lying there not talking
and i sense that this foul mood is gonna last until the morning
when you say...
"you really piss me off and you sometimes make me cry
and the worst thing about all of it is you can't quite work out why
and the words you want to hear are the ones i shouldn't say
and you smoke too many cigarettes but i love you anyway"
call it quits this bird well she has flown
and if i can use a microwave then i can live alone
but me i like a drink and that's where the problems start
cos i call you on your mobile phone and i pour out all my heart
and then i say...
"you really piss me off and you sometimes make me cry
and the worst thing about all of it is you can't quite work out why
and the words you want to hear are the ones i shouldn't say
and you worry about your weight too much but i love you anyway"
call off the search yes we went our seperate ways
but now we're back in love again just like the good old days
and we nurture it and we care for it cos it might be all we've got
and we keep it on a pedestal so it sometimes get knocked off
so we can say...
"you do still piss me off but you seldom make me cry
and the best thing about all of it is you always know just why
and the words you want to hear are the ones i shouldn't say
and i smoke too many cigarettes but i love you anyway"