1. |
Cheers Mate (Skit)
00:08
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2. |
(Jean-Claude) Van Mann
02:31
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I said “Load up get in the back of the van man, get in the back 'coz”,
Gotta show up, gotta sound check gotta talk to the sound man,
Get a sick note, pull a sickie 'coz you got to play this show,
As you can't be a no show,
So you have to be flexible, you have to be self-employed,
Or you have to lie to your boss man and leave the office with him annoyed,
But we're young and we're dumb and degrees our not going to help our situation,
As there's no jobs, no help, no money, no opportunities to give us placement.
Every time I get a little bit closer, why the fuck does it feel so far?
Sometimes it feels like nothing, so I think “why did I start?”
“Yeah, where do I start?”
And there's no money doing this anymore,
If I was doing this for money I wouldn't be sleeping on floors,
I'm in a band man, I drive a van man,
And me and the boys are coming to your land man.
Bad decisions when I was just a teenager,
maybe my youth, my youth (youth) killed it,
We're stuck in the Sad Boys Club,
As our youth, our youth, our youth (youth) killed it,
Bad decisions when I was just a teenager,
maybe my youth, my youth (youth) killed it,
We're stuck in the Sad Boys Club,
As our youth, our youth, our youth (youth) killed it.
And I said “load up get in the back of the van man, get in the back!”
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3. |
Popstar
02:56
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So it turns out I should've gone Oxford, should’ve gone Cambridge, should've shown promise,
Should've listened to my teachers dropped my dreams, worked hard and stayed in college,
But you teach an agenda of outdated policies and recycled knowledge,
I think I speak for us all when I say, with respect “that's enough of your bollocks”,
I'm not trying to offend anyone, I'm just the realist realist,
I'm not trying to protect anyone, i'm just trying to make you fearless.
Maybe if I was a little better looking I could be a pop star,
Or maybe if I sold my soul I could be a pop tart.
Everything I do is left, 'coz it just ain’t right,
And the shit it keeps on coming, keeps, keeps, keeps,
Keeps on coming.
“It's like nobody understands what I'm trying to do,
Maybe i'm just deluded”
They’re like “Jack, Jack you're a 'wasteman' go back to school and get a degree man”
“Jack go get married son, go have kids and go be normal son”.
“You're living in a dream, a far-fetched reality and it's gonna haunt you when you’re 30”
Maybe I'm overdue a reality check, maybe I need to wake up,
If I'm just a dreamer then my life's better with my eyes shut.
“HA HA HA”.
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4. |
Lads In Love
03:12
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I watch the football at the weekends,
Place a couple bets and then rely on the attacking and the defence,
It’s the only time I get to see friends,
'Cause I live so far away out in the sticks where the world ends,
But yeah I live with a girl and she’s top 'bants',
Loves a game of football mixed in with her romance,
Guess I got a girl, and she’s well cool,
Man, she let’s me watch the football.
I guess I make her smile,
With my cheese on toast and my bubble gum pop yeah,
I hope she stays for a while,
As she makes me a better human.
I got a girl and she’s well sick,
Let’s me play my music even though she hates it,
And yeah she loves her comedy and action movies,
She’s a bad girl, been to 'Juvi',
So I better behave and treat her with respect,
If I don’t want a roundhouse kick to the head ,
Guess I got a girl and she’s well cool,
Man, she let’s me watch the football.
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5. |
Fudge
03:12
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F. U. D. G. E.
The test is wrong again,
So my teacher tells me to do it again,
I take a good hard look at her screwed up face,
and wonder why she doesn’t have any friends.
I’ve done it again,
So my boss tells me to do it again,
I take a good hard look at his screwed up face,
And wonder why he doesn’t have any friends.
F to the U to the D to the G to the E,
And I can spell FUDGE with my GCSEs,
Yes I don’t have the knowledge man,
I even dropped out of college man.
“Oh no he didn’t did he?”
Never did any homework unless it was my self ‘prescripted’ own work,
I’m living to regret something that I put so much to getting out of,
‘Cause having a crafty cigarette always made me feel dangerous,
Drinking Frosty Jack’s and cheap beer I must of been shameless.
F. U. D. G. E.
I guess I’m a little bit loud, guess I’m a little bit too proud,
Guess I’m a little bit unpredictable now, guess I’m regretting that now,
Guess I’m a little bit dumb, guess I had a little bit too much fun,
Guess my immaturity won, guess I’m regretting that now son.
F. U. D. G. E.
(I guess I’m a little bit loud, guess I’m a little bit too proud)
F. U. D. G. E.
I guess I don’t have the knowledge man.
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6. |
You Don't Know
03:05
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You, you don't really know about me,
You don't really know ‘bout him, ‘bout her, ‘bout Joe Blogs,
Or ‘bout how many sugars I like in my tea.
I don't really care what you say about me, as long as I'm keeping you up,
I'll keep making a fuss, lightning with nuts, keep giving a fuck,
You you’re just a people watcher think nobody can stop you,
It's amusing to me 'coz I ain’t got time in my day to sit back and watch you,
You’re just a keyboard warrior hiding behind your LCD,
I'll pay for the MP3 of the day you hit rock bottom and get hit with the pin 1,2,3!
You, you don't really know about me,
You don't know about the sugars in my tea, Yeah!
You don't know, yeah you don't know.
I heard you ain’t been getting much sleep, Just another sheep,
Out on the field counting them all night,
But a sheep just follows it don't fight.
Are you a professional stalker?
Are you a zombie or a walker?
Do you need to put your money where your mouth is you talker?
My life is surely not that interesting to you might need a hobby, a hobby,
Not Shaun, not dead, but you can meet me in the Winchester in the lobby.
You don't know, yeah you don't know.
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7. |
Molly
02:54
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They say love hurts,
But why am I covered in scratches?
You clawed apart my heart strings,
And pulled apart my mattress.
In the jungle you don't have many friends,
I guess I don't like humans,
So I hang out with a cat because,
You don't get eaten in the zoo man.
Yeah, I got a mate called Molly,
We even eat together and sleep together,
And sometimes we watch TV together like.
She's been chewing on my microphones,
I hate it when I go work and she's all alone,
But she leaves me a mess for when I get home,
And a smell that takes a few hours to go.
I spend all my days hanging out,
With molly, never move out
Molly never move house,
Molly, Molly, Molly.
I travel for days when I’m out,
Molly I feel I miss out,
Molly I miss hanging out,
Molly, Molly, Molly.
They’re saying who’s that together,
Man and cat together,
Just me and Molly like.
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8. |
I Ain't Ready For It
03:05
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They think it’s time I should be growing up,
They say it’s time I should be finding love,
They say its time I stop not doing much,
They say this time that they’ve had enough.
And I can’t deal with growing up,
Cause I ain’t ready for it,
And I can’t deal with washing up,
Cause I ain’t ready for it,
And I can’t deal with coming up,
Cause I ain’t ready for it,
And I can’t deal with bills and such,
Cause I ain’t ready for it.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Oh, life’ll kick you in the face man,
Falling through holes like Michael Jordan’s Space Jam,
You’re young and you ain’t got no money, no money.
When you gonna quit the smoking?
When you gonna quit the drinking?
When you gonna stop the joking?
You’re a captain of a ship that’s sinking,
“And I Ain't Ready For it”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,”
Cause I ain’t ready for it.
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9. |
What Happened?
03:21
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When I was a kid, I used to play with little toy cars,
Smash ‘em up, race them round in the dark,
Now I’m older I play with big boy cars,
But can’t smash them up as it would cost me an arm.
When I was younger I used to hate paying for kid Jack,
To eat sweets, drink fizzy drinks and that,
But now I’m older thats called loans and tax,
I earn money just to fucking pay it back.
As a kid used to hang in my room, with my friends on my Playstation 2
What happened? Yeah.
Now my friends have got happy families and there's me,
What happened? Yeah.
When I was a kid I used to ride on my 'heelies',
Not a care in the world all good feelies,
But now I’m older I have to take on real life stress,
And deal with real life feelings.
When I was a kid, used to hate going school,
Used to hate getting up, brushing my teeth and all,
But now I’m older do you know what I’d give to have it back,
The care free, scare free, life of kid Jack.
As a kid used to hang in my room, with my friends on my Playstation 2
What happened? Yeah.
Now my friends have got happy families and there's me,
What happened? Yeah.
I wish I could go back in time, take myself away from the future,
As a man nothing ever feels right, every day I feel older than I used to.
I wish I spent a little bit more time, preparing myself for the future,
It comes out of nowhere, right? And drags you down lower than you’re used to.
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10. |
Soul Trader
02:44
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Extra extra read all about it,
Grabbed your attention, so how about it?
Inside the venue they won't allow it,
So it's outside you will see me shout it,
Bag full of CDs, bag full of shirts,
A little unorthodox but it works,
Call of duty without any perks,
Why do I do it? Because it works.
See nowadays you'll have to be business minded,
To make a career in music, you'll have to find it,
Jack's in the box and he thinks outside it.
Eyes for the top never been short sighted,
Room for days until the bulb is lighted,
Added progress, minus stress, times the best,
Never left us divided.
I'll be selling, I'll be selling,
I'll be selling to you,
In everything I do
'Coz I'm a Soul Trader.
You can call me a Soul Trader,
Ain't no villain like Darth Vader,
Face obstacles like Tomb Raider,
Using my lyrics as my lightsaber,
Cut through the norm and sell to strangers,
CDs on my back for a wager,
Tickets to a show for a taster,
Trying to make enough to come back later,
Come see me outside later, I'll be selling you this,
I'll be selling you this, I'll be selling you.
It's not confusing, I need sterling,
24/7 putting work in, I'll be out there till I'm earning,
Trying to stop this dream from burning,
Musician Hustle, you've got change I hear it rustle,
Last time was “The Struggle”,
This time stakes have risen double.
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11. |
Job Back
02:32
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I think I've had enough, so you can take your job back,
I've taken far too much, If I stay there will be combat.
Brand new job, I felt blessed,
Fresh new shirt, name tag on chest,
Bottles on the shelf just like George Best,
Oh, the irony of a health and safety test,
Gotta get my head down, gotta make dollar,
Get the girls attention so they say “holla”,
Make a good wage with an ironed collar,
Six pounds an hour, should I really bother?
Manager smells like shit, with a gut full of beer,
“Stick it out son, one day you'll make it here”
I could tell from the lines on his face,
He's been doing this far to many years,
Traffic, mayhem, ten minutes late,
They are right there, right in my face,
Maybe I should have become a doctor,
'Coz this job really ain't that great.
Wake up, put the kettle on,
Game face I have to show I get along,
No holiday that's just typical,
Can't change shift that's you being cynical,
So I get it, you don't have to say: I'm not the employee you asked for,
I've already burnt my uniform and I'll escort myself to the door (door).
Fighting through the week, energy drinks,
Help me to not run out of steam,
Tablets help the headaches,
This is a monotonous dream,
I can not play dead and this be my reality,
I'de rather be at home watching Netflix on my TV.
I think I've had enough.
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12. |
Thanks For Coming
03:03
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Cheers Mate! Thanks, thanks for coming to the rock show.
And I’ve got nothing left to hide,
I’m a waster in disguise,
I’m sorry mum “I love you”,
But this dream will never die.
So I wrote a softer song,
Just in case it all goes wrong,
And I end up stacking shelves,
Until I’m sixty-one.
Not a persona or an act,
This is just real-talk from Jack,
Your millennial mate who’s got,
Caught up, let down and held back.
I call it “Modern Bollotics’,
Sit back read Facebook politics,
And watch everyone lose their shit.
And no one comes to these no more,
All I see is empty floors,
It’s just me and my boys.
And if I had a million pounds,
I would buy you diamond rings,
Just for persevering with my awful singing.
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