Lyrics and Art

Electricity

Electricity's what I feel
Won't you answer the phone my love
I got nothing that isn't real
I made the plans but life don't work that way
They taught me how to run and sing and choose
Then left me with an all-consuming bruise
But it all worked out in the end
I harnessed all the things that I needed
Cutting the corners on those unpredictable bends

My heart has started to thaw out
All that drivel was unsupposed
A waste of energy no doubt
But everything is natural so they say
I strung up on a line that worked my goal
I kept all of the romance in my soul
And I fattened up my heart and head
I fed on all the things that I hated
Reaping the sunshine that ignores the dying and dead

Nothing that shapes the past should shape the future...

Something different was what I wanted
But I got lost in a fog somewhere
Now I'm back and I'm all awry
I hope you know what I'm telling you, my dear
My conscience was a line that I'd dissolved
I never wanted to be bruised and gold
Just enough to be seen from above
I found it was engraved on my headstone
Magic's only caused by wonder, hope or love

Nothing that shapes the past should shape the future...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2009

Lucy's Party

Got an invitation to Lucy's Party
The girl who was found on Bournemouth beach
In 2004 I was captivated by her eyes and chest
Now at last, the summit's in my reach

Wrenching the door, it's not the one I remembered
Sobering up with frozen fear
I realised I was dreaming - the venue was all wrong
The real event would not take place 'til much, much later on

THEY AIRBRUSH YOU AND MAKE YOU GOLD
YOU NEVER SMILE NOW YOU JUST POUT
THEY MAKE YOU SLICK AND MAKE ME OLD
YOU SOAK ME IN THE REALMS OF DOUBT

The psychiatric ward smelled stale
And my favourite view seemed pale
In the sitting room I sat and smoked
While my mind - it kept on racing

Got an invitation to Lucy's Party
There was so much bling and R&B
I pulled a shotgun on a bouncer
And all the liggers applauded me

I turned around and changed my tack
I flashed in front of Michelle Marsh
Rugby-tackled to the ground
A boot in the head I felt was incredibly harsh

THEY AIRBRUSH YOU AND MAKE YOU GOLD
YOU NEVER SMILE NOW YOU JUST POUT
THEY MAKE YOU SLICK - 'MAKES ME FEEL OLD
YOU SOAK ME IN THE REALMS OF DOUBT

The look you gave me froze my heart
If you ever hear this song, my love
Give my regards to your boyfriend

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2010

Pointless

The thunder ruptures the evening sky, and we feel the tower blocks sigh
And if you delve deep into your mind, do you commit to what you find?
Poring over contact mags she waves red flags at me
Wraps me in strange auras of her sexuality
Doled out like school dinners, when it wasn't what it was supposed to be
We're always wanting better
But we all breathe the same air so you know that it's...

Pointless to drag yourself down
Swimming the river in order to drown
Pointless to pray for the past
Or beg for the future - you won't make it last
Come round the corner and you'll know that I'm right
Yeah, and you'll know to sell your soul without a fight
Is pretty pointless

Brother's back with the vintage wines, sister sits and chops out the lines
DJ gestures and turns up the beats, all obey - watch us empty our seats
Slowing down I bought myself a new room for a day
Speeding up I found myself a few more things to say, and they were all...

Pointless etc...

The cashier rings the amount in the till, and the only thing I feel's ill
And as I'm gazing deep into your eyes, I know there's NOTHING there I recognise
Acting out our fantasies, we're treading in the shallow water
We're always wanting deeper
But we all breathe the same air so you know that it's...

Pointless etc...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 1996

Fort Dunlop

(Instrumental)

Music by Jon Hunt & Claude Trejonis 2011

Next Time

I cut the trees down
I pulled the rope through
I reached the summit and faded away
Choke on my coffee
Get lost in the music
Wake in a haze from the previous day

I took a train ride
Arrived in earnest
But something wasn't quite right in my head
We disconnected
Awkward and nervous
We drank like retards and passed out instead

Dilute my words and mix them up
Cos they sound better that way
Three hours and down, junction was closed
My mind - it got blown away
Forgive me darling, but it isn't my day.....

It could've been so good, but it's gonna be better next time
It could've been so good, ah but it's gonna be better next time
It could've been so good, oh but it'll be better next time
I paid for my imagination - and I got ripped off again

So young and breathless
A foreign country
I was having a cynical time
It's never perfect
There's always something missing
I told myself 'things improve down the line'

Five hours and counting and I start
I'm starting to see your style
Stand round in circles while we queue
We queue up in single file
Forgive me darling, it just isn't my day.....

It could've been so good, but it's gonna be better next time
It could've been so good, ah but it's gonna be better next time
It could've been so good, oh but it'll be better next time
I paid for my imagination - and I got ripped off again

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2010

London Road

i) London Road

It's just a road out of your town in the morning sun
A beginning of a journey - a totem when you're young
The old man sitting on the bench just past the roundabout
Head full up with knowledge, longing, love and hope, and doubt

But doubt did not exist for you in those days

His eyes seemed full of stories drifting on the breeze
As he checked his watch and glanced up towards the railway bridge
The lines hissed and the diesel train it hammered east
To a destination full of life and magic, war and peace

And magic still existed back in those days...

I cried for you, I envied you, I adored you...

I remember coming in on the Great West Road
The air and noise seemed so exotic
Tube stations seemed like gateways to amazing worlds
All strung-out and wide-eyed an obsession unfurled

Cos magic still existed back in those days...

I cried for you, I envied you, I adored you...

It's only a name but it stays romantic
For as long as you want it to...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2010

London Road

ii) Colours

To embrace it is to love it is to hate it
Enjoying the adventures and the smiles
To love until you're at one with the concrete
While clinging on to dreams of hours and miles

The occasional high is enough to get by
And the smiles we get and give are multiplied a thousand times

Cos humanity invented those little things
The little things that make us smile
And also how to take them all away again

La na na na na na na...

You're so slovenly with those ideas in your head
Feel so dynamic when you're being misled
As you're faced with all the wide open doorways
You shrug off the fear and all of the crap you were fed
Your feet aren't making tracks in the floor
Your eyes aren't hiding what you adore
The colours aren't the same anymore

La na na na na na na...

Temper, temper...

Clawing your way through patience and grace
The sun reflects the grin from your face
As you crawl along your seedy red carpet
You notice the halogens have already been fixed into place
Your feet are making tracks in the floor
Your eyes are hiding what you adore
The colours aren't as bright as before

La na na na na na na...

Humanity gave us those little things
Those little things that make us smile
And how to take them all away again

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2010

London Road

iii) Backyard Sermon

The lines on your face are more pronounced
There's a touch of resignation in your eyes
Can't seem to change the trajectory
That's been gradually cemented over the years

There're hints at your once-youthful beauty
But you can't return, can't relive a thing
Begging for the past, begging for the past
But you'll be begging for this in the future

A mess of a mindset...

'Too much honesty will fuck you up'
So prepare to remain unfulfilled
Conditioned not to give all of yourself
And wonder why you remain so unhappy

A mess of a mindset...

Just a Simon & Garfunkel's 'Old Friends' scenario to look forward to
With the added irritation of feral local youths

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2011

London Road

iv) Take Me Back

Stick to your faith like glue
Embrace your contradictions
I'm flesh and blood like you

We're givers, takers, killers
Like the Station-Masters' cat
But now the line's become disused

And there's nothing to look out for
The reeds sprout in the ballast
And entwine the rusting tracks

The place becomes a vessel
To rekindle all the memories
That become hazy and unreliable
As the months pass by
Well, won't you come and take me back...

The dice are there, I always have a throw
Never had the guts to let go
It's the journey, not the destination
The people that you happen to find
The coincidences that happen all the time
The little things in the back of your mind
Completely vindicated
Completely vindicated with unfortunately no witnesses

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2010

London Road

v) There Is No Later Date

Standing at the Serpentine, there is no later date
I fucking knew it at the time - there is no later date

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2010

London Road

vi) Gorgeous On The Periphery (The Lie Of All Lies)

Morning sun
Big hotels with carpeted floors
TV on
Afternoon tea served once more
Looking down
There's a language that I missed
Like a beam
Cutting through the smog and mist
Smell the salts, it's gorgeous on the periphery

Here right now
It's meant to be wild and so fun
Fire and end
Always a pale imitation
Hibernate, or vow to run away
Disappear, try and erase today
Go to sleep, it's gorgeous on the periphery

Feeling right
As the dull we all cave into one
Bound and tight
Limitless in our distraction
Time speeds up
And we drink another beer
Shoots push through
And we criticize and leer
Uncurl your fist, it's gorgeous on the periphery

Drink with me
And I'll take you once again to the seaside
Down the roads
That the aimless will ride out their lives
Hold my hand
And I'll show you to the tracks
Whose history
Is a thing I can't take back
Click your heels, it's gorgeous on the periphery

The aimless live
In the past and in their own distant future
Take a look:
There's no discipline or vigour in their blood
Still seems right
To smile and raise a glass
Chink of light
As we smile at this farce
Drink up please, it's gorgeous on the periphery

Longing adventure and mystery
Welcome aboard
Unfamiliar exciting
Blank pages and open doors
So banal
The real can get so bland
No crossed stars
And we fail to understand
Turn the wheel
It's gorgeous on the periphery

Pull on the rope
You can see what has gone on before
Once there was magic
Now there is nothing at all
Walk out now
There's nothing left to draw
Take the vow
Like a self-effacing whore
Drink the milk
It's gorgeous on the periphery

Selfish doubt
Make some fucking effort you daft...
Crowded out
There's a life perched down there on the front
Chew the bone
And never let it drop
Smash the 'phone
Cos they all want you to stop
Count me in (OUT), it's gorgeous (BULLSHIT) on the periphery

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2009-2010

London Road

vii) Pareidolia

(Instrumental)

Music by Jon Hunt 2011

London Road

viii) At The End Of The London Road

I'll talk to you even though you can't reply
From the murky Thames to the words behind my eyes
Like love and laughter swirling 'neath the sky
Your beauty and your resonance cannot die

All the problems we've had together
All the painful things in our past
A beautiful ulcer cared for then abused
Blank, but gaudy; raped and over-used

I cried for you, I hated you, I adored you

The smell of the sun on the woodshed
And the clatter of the suburban trains
The smell of the plants in the greenhouse
And the feeling of release that you get when it rains
The sounds of the sirens and the sounds of the sighs
For all that you love and all you despise

I cried for you, I hated you, I adored you

From the gutter to the stars
The restful to the wired
The brand new and the old
The weak and the bold

I love you London town

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2010

Give It Up

You sucked up the words
You knew they were lies
They did as much as a budget sticking plaster
Cos the band let you down
They sold out and fucked around
Pale imitation, and a monetary disaster

Why can't you tell?
Why won't you just step up?
You knew full well
But you could not give them up

You sucked up the words
You knew they were lies
So you gave him a bit more than the last time
Yeah, and it worked like a sleeping pill
You were content for a day or so, then
Your phone stays silent and you're imagining his pastimes

You won't admit
You've got a losing hand
You feel like shit
Cos deep down you understand

Wake up - open your eyes
Give it up - erase the lies

You sucked up the words
A tear formed in your eye
Such pomp and providence from a shiny brand new genuine guy
Oh and we'd waited so long
The president would have to deliver (wouldn't he?)
The colour was a decoy - it was just the same old lies

Shut up and let me go
I've had enough of your pathetic show
Of all the things that you pretend not to know
To keep your life turning round

(Though you don't need to tell me that bullshit can be easier sometimes)

Wake up - open your eyes
Give it up - erase the lies

You sucked up the words but you knew they were LIES

What a surprise

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2009

Angels

I feel like I'm off school ill
Everyone's gone to work
The house and the streets are quiet in the morning sun

The kids are at school or skiving
Daytime TV's begun
The rush has eased down and the learners start to run

I get sent a picture message
Of a girl who I'd have my way
I talk to my friend on the net, but we've nothing to say

The minutes and hours tick by
And the warmth and the day will die
I want to keep the sun in my heart, or at least try

Sitting out in the garden
A butterfly sits on a flower
I lie on the grass in the sun for an hour

and closing my eyes remember...

All the irony, all the bullshit and all of the fear
All the stress, all the crowds, all the dirt and the magic so near
All the irony, all the bullshit and all of the fear
All the stress, all the crowds, all the waiting,
and all of the LOVE...

Holding my hand as a pair
There's nothing that I can't hear
There's something that I can't bear
And there's no-one that I call near

I tried to get to grips with the angels, but they told me to go away...

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2008-2009

I'm Invincible

He's burying his head in a pillow in a houseful of sand
She's sulking gazing out of the window cos he don't understand
And they wake up every morning and pretend they're alright
And they're thinking bout the times that they weren't quite so uptight
They oughta wave the white flag high
So they'll never die...

Just run down the road though it's pouring with rain
Living for pleasure 'stead of working for pain
And we won't plan the journey, we'll just get on the train
And I'll meet you again at the rainbows' end
Where you can crawl in my head and send me round the bend
Too much time's been drilled into me, but I'm Invincible

There's a pain that he's got in his gut every day of the week
He knows why there's more cons than pros in his life
But he finds he just can't speak to no-one
Every day's another morning that he tries to get right
And the weeks are getting shorter, his life slides out of sight
He oughta wave the white flag high
So he'll never die...

I can't see any of you in me

I met this girl from somewhere, where I just can't remember
And I finally tried to break through her disguise one December
We woke up in the morning and we knew we were wrong
But we laughed and crossed our fingers, yeah we just carried on
Yeah, we waved the white flag high
Now we'll never die...

Just run down the road though it's pouring with rain
Living for pleasure 'stead of working for pain
And we won't plan the journey, we'll just get on the train
And I'll meet you again at the rainbows' end
Why don't you climb in my bed and send me round the bend?
Too much time's been drilled into me
Too much time's been drilled into me
Too much time's been drilled into me...

...but I'm Invincible

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 1996

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