These words are a curious case of some that I’m really proud of, and some that make me squirm a little. It’s the classic scenario of a song written before you knew what you were talking about… but I kind of dig my naïveté.

Well on the radio the adverts in between the shows,
Are asking if I’m having fun? And if not would I like to have some?
The number ends in triple 8, they charge it at galactic rate,
But baby, they can hook you up with a blonde in a G size cup.

And my friends keep asking if there’s something wrong?
Why d’you act so happy with your face so long?
Use a credit card to get a G size blonde,
Then move on. But I won’t.

Cos it’s like I told you, I want to hold you love,
There ain’t nothing wrong with loving you like I do.
Like Julius Caesar, or the tower of Pisa I’m crazy,
And I get things wrong. Loving you like a fool.

Well on the TV set they’te telling me what I can get,
Oh baby, if I only tried the world’s legs might open wide.
The book is called ‘The Devil’s Tricks’, the number ends in treble 6,
So call now – it’s only £12.99, but get permission from who owns the line.

And I ask myself if there’s something up?
If I have these feelings can I be in love?
One thing I know is I don’t want that book,
I’m going to write ‘Fuckups in Love’.

Cos it’s like I told you, I want to hold you love,
There ain’t nothing wrong with loving you like I do.
Like Julius Caesar, or the tower of Pisa I’m crazy,
And I get things wrong. Loving you like a fool.

And in this advertising nation we’re consumers of temptation:
You and I.
And in the tree of God’s creation every branch of information’s got an apple:
Take a bite.
They’ll take your heart as a deposit, or your soul if you’ve still got it:
They don’t expect a fight.

But like all the great Italians,
These things I build are going to stand,
And love has got the upper hand tonight.

Cos it’s like I told you, I want to hold you love,
There ain’t nothing wrong with loving you like I do.
Like Julius Caesar, or the tower of Pisa I’m crazy,
And I get things wrong. Loving you like a fool.
Loving you like I do.

“Let no discredit grace your name,
I must be wrong, there is no shame,
But I wonder if I had your fame,
Would my ideas still look the same?

“Then tragedy falls, I meant no harm,
If your love dies, my love starts burning,
Oh so hot, my love will burn,
Oh world take head, you must start learning,
That less knowledge means more power,
And not always for the good is your yearning:
You can’t stand aside from the dance of life,
But if you stand real still, the world’s still turning.”

So Judas said to Jesus Christ,
“I don’t think that you’ve been doing it right,
Your teachings have shown me the light
But the way things are you’re going to start a fight.

“Let no discredit grace your name,
I must be wrong, there is no shame,
Oh but I wonder if I had your fame,
Would my ideas still look the same?

“Then tragedy falls, I meant no harm,
If your love dies, my hell starts burning,
Oh so hot love, and I must burn,
Oh world take heed, you must start learning,
That less knowledge means more power,
Not always for the good is your yearning,
You can’t stand aside from the dance of life,
But if you stand real still, the world’s still turning.”

So Lennon said to McCartney,
“I don’t like how you’ve been copying me,
You mess my songs around you see,
Then you sing them in much too high a key,

“Let no discredit grace your name,
I’m a jealous guy, I don’t have your range,
But I wonder if you had my fame,
Would your ideas still look the same?”

McCartney looked him dead in the eye
And said, “La-dee-dee-da-da-da, my-oh-my,
I love you John I’ve loved you all my life,
But stop acting like you’re Jesus Christ.

“Then tragedy falls I meant no harm,
If your love dies my wings start soaring,
Oh so hot love, my Jet must burn,
Oh world take heed, you must start learning,
That less knowledge, means more power,
Not always for the good is your yearning,
You can’t stand aside from the dance of life,
But if you stand real still the world’s still turning.”

These lyrics are interesting to write out because they’re full of extended speech. It caused me to roll out some of the more obscure details of speech mark usage – like not closing on the end of a paragraph if the speaker continues, but reopening them on the new paragraph. Oh the grammatic geekery…

Anyhow, I was asked by a new fan of the Nearly Band to upload some lyrics… so here’s the first lyric blog. You can hear a (rough) recording of the song on my myspace.

Kev x

Catching up on homework was the bane of an hour,
Girls names and equations all caught in a car crash,
Teachers and pupils all craning their necks to
See past the hormones and into the wreck.

But I think pretty quick on my metrical feet,
And though all my homework is but half-complete,
I think I know you fully, I can improvise,
But you despise such artistry, I must revise.

And I, I don’t want to give up too easily,
And I, I don’t want to give up on you at all.

So I’m a mountain goat looking for new pastures,
But there’s an Everest, and I can’t get past it,
It’s as wide as a country, and it’s top hits the moon,
It strikes fear in my heart, like the girl in the room

That my eyes keep snagging as they wander past,
And whose smile is a brick to my heart of glass.
The note is addressed to a love in tatters,
Saying nothing but you and me and eggshells matter.

So I tread pretty lightly cos I’m treading on half-formed
Streams of her consciousness pulled from her past,
And I don’t play piano, but I’m sure if I did,
This would make no more sense, but it might sound like it did.

And I, I don’t want to give up too easily,
And I, I don’t want to give up on you at all.

In another life I’d have paid the bearer
Of this song and words with black eyes and a stretcher,
For putting in words what’s beyond articulation,
And pushing my feet thirteen steps off the ledge.

And I’d hammer it home with a few simple truths,
Like: “I fucked things up”, and “I’d rather fuck you”.
And when simple truths fail, I’d employ simple lies,
Like I love you, I love you, I love you, and everything will be alright.