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.