about
The nostalgia in this song flits between the not so distant, and even more recent past. From the days of playing pool with school mates, to sharing pizza in uni rooms, and eventually in a flash, finding myself on stages at Bestival and Latitude. And that’s crazy. It’s the kind of song I pictured jogging along the beach to at sunrise. Except I never do that.
lyrics
November rain keeping memory lane treacherous
my recklessness meant many to chose to make an exodus
asking where the exit is, soon after our entrances
repeating it for emphasis, my demons had no exorcist
except the microphone, you might just know i'm meant for this,
I don't know where Memphis is, but still I get some messages
from fans over there, so aware of all my sentences,
saying that they dig it, just like Stanley Yelnats did,
holes in my arguments and holes in my shoes -
cobble my blues together, singing until my soul can improve
it's been a long road since the barbecues on the beach
when we were teenagers cooking up a future to reach
some of us got there, some of us are washed up,
like driftwood on the tideline, I find its down to pot luck -
one second playing pool with my mates,
next second in the pocket of a beat on a stage
and it's crazy, I was never meant to make it,
I was never set to take it, everything I ever wanted,
now I claim it, payment rolling in for all of my arrangements,
came along way from the pages in the basement
Sun rising on the city its a beautiful dawn
setting off to the horizon with some music to pour
Into light rays, and thunderbolts, i'm moving it forward
fire flying your dark that's what i'm doing it for.
October sunshine reminding me of good times,
108 Hes lane, the kind of place to unwind
We were five guys, sharing a slice of Five Guys
pizza, playing Fifa feeling luckier than nine lives
hating on the girls that played our mates,
hated by the girls our mates had played
the cycle won't abate, and no debate, I don't relate
if you see yourself as a saint, even Francis of Assisi
spent his youth getting laid, frankly i'm to blame
for every ex that i've estranged, the next letter
is y, but alphabets I rearrange, avoid the question
learn my lesson and I tame the stranger in my brain
that's telling me to lose again
nearly 24 years i've been here
plenty more tears till I see clear
plenty more scars till I won't bleed
and there'll never be a day a healing of that I don't need
and it's crazy, I was never meant to make it,
I was never set to take it, everything I ever wanted,
now I claim it, payment rolling in for all of my arrangements,
came along way from the pages in the basement
Sun rising on the city its a beautiful dawn
setting off to the horizon with some music to pour
Into light rays, and thunderbolts, i'm moving it forward
fire flying your dark that's what i'm doing it for.
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