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Yuck Your Yum
02:40
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fake bird noises at the fast food drive through
choices aren’t great, brother what can i do
i see your read receipts are off, huh
who is it that you’re lying to
no finer signifier of a shit scene
than a pair of designer ripped white jeans
hollow pied piper, cus i followed my dreams
quit my 9 to 5 job to sit and make memes
cut teeth grown long, still sound green
read between the lines son, you must feel seen
took in the sights, beaches never pristine
the tiki bars are filthy, chapels far from sistine
hefeweizen nights and we called ‘em ice creams
trans rights are human rights, we’re all human beans
so let’s seize the day, let’s seize the means
let’s smash it all to smithereens
tear it up, tear it up
fat boy better layer up
shares down, weigh it up
no god, send your prayers up
tear it up
fat boy better layer up
shares down weigh it up
it’s your boy oh shit what’s up
…poly like a glot with bad diction
an ink blot on your fan fiction
constantly fraught, this is how i am living
talk like a cop, raise no suspicion
forced glottal stop, felt hoarse just listening
par for the course, rain never stops pissing
suck it and see, not gold but it glistens
the big C beat in remission
tear it up, tear it up
fat boy better layer up
shares down, weigh it up
no god, send your prayers up
tear it up
fat boy better layer up
shares down weigh it up
it’s your boy oh shit what’s up
tell em what’s up, tear it up
tell em what’s up, tear it up
son it’s time to stump up, tear it up
have it all your own way, gazump
every day is bin day when you live in a dump
if your heart weighs a tonne, listen up chump
let me let me yuck your yum
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2. |
Before
03:36
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used to step out, now we’re staying in
i couldn’t look you in the eye
hung loose like a half cut grin
sat pissed on the grass in some long summer passed
all this is the past etched in grey
you came back, i never went away
the me that you seem to recall
is so outdated why remember him at all
won’t you say
what you really mean
i never could discern
when you turn
on your heels
those home fires
still burn for me
you and me
will never be
the same as we were before
first hurdle and i took the loss
chips and cheese, curry sauce
feet of clay, ears of cloth
a half heard turn of phrase, rabid froth
sliding doors, subtlety of a brick
cry more, i gave you the ick
pored over memories that tend to stick
are when james e. scott was most a prick
won’t you say
what you really mean
i never could discern
when you turn
on your heels
those home fires
still burn for me
you and me
will never be
the same as we were before
before
even if i never see you again
i’ll still wonder what it meant
even if you never call me a friend
the days we had dwarf the years since spent
go on, let it go
i’m just someone you used to know
go on, let it go
i’m not that someone that you used to know
before
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3. |
No Manners
03:21
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i wish i’d drifted
instead of washing up on your shore
mourn every moment i passed there when i pass yours
you thought face to face with me might settle the score
but i don’t drink in those kind of pubs any more
i wish i’d drifted
instead of washing up on this shore
send flowers, roses, forget me nots … bourgeois folkways
when everything’s recorded or saved
memories like a sealed up sieve
there’s more hours to relive than than there’s hours in the day
wish i’d drifted
i wish i’d remained drift wood
the flot-sum of my parts, all effect, no natural causes
the trial of man, i bear no crosses
unsubtle digs in my out of office
what’s a win without a few losses
no struggle without beating the bosses
no gods no masters
no etiquette no manners
no gods no masters
no etiquette no manners
no glory no glamour
no hits no bangers
no good grace…
no manners
we were out
we were all out
we went against the grain and the thrust of it
saddle up take the reins if you can muster it
a vulture pick over the guts of it
a voyeur no matter what culture it is
toppling statues, no matter who the sculptor is
out of pocket, i pay union dues
caught in a loop in the run out groove
nothing to lose, looks like you already lost
through the paper thin wall i still hear the coughs
another year surviving the plague, we seen it off
standing in another man’s grave, at what cost
six feet under hard men go soft
i’m spitting teeth, it leaves me seething
with your tweets so shite i don’t even read em
i don’t code for cheats, i don’t keep the receipts
long pause in the speech, the trick’s to keep breathing
don’t trouble yoursel’ trying to find any meaning
we salted the earth then kid on that we’re keening
everyone inside, everything shelved, we were quelled
too many truths to know what we felt,
every rumour dispelled with a face like your arse got skelped
numb no feeling as we crawled out of hell, felt like nature was healing
if we build back wrong it’ll ruin
so what’s left to believe in
for oursel’s we were bereaving
as we crawled out of hell felt nature was healing
no gods no masters
no etiquette no manners
no gods no masters
no etiquette no manners
no glory no glamour
no hits no bangers
no pre-drinks no afters
no cheers no laughter
no gods no masters
no temps no staffers
no flex no muscle
no side gig no hustle
no goss no fodder
no case no longer
no mates no hauners
no grace your honour
no gods no masters
no scabs no plasters
no paps no snappers
no equity no halfers
no gods no masters
no etiquette no manners
no good grace…
i’ve got no manners
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4. |
Fuck Around And Find Out
02:55
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it takes standing still to stay in style
it takes a village idiot to raise a child
it takes a strong man to put it mild
take a long hard look, make it worthwhile
it makes me sigh with relief it’s a girl
it makes me sick with the nerves, nearly hurl
i turn inside out with the cringe toes curl
seeing grown adults at disney world
living in the moment soaked in cold sweat
the present soon to be a memory tinged with regret
to tire of life, no doubt … who’s the weariest?
let’s fuck around and find out
bleary eyes, period
let’s fuck around and find out
real life, what’s at stake
real lies, truth to fake
real talk, how do you take it
real love, how do you fake it
real life, aches and pains
heal the addict, break the chain
heel the beast, time to tame it
real life, it’s what you make it
it takes one beer to quench my thirst
it takes a second beer to chase the first
it takes a third beer to break the day’s curse
nurse that fourth beer, well immersed
a fifth beer? i could be coerced
a sixth beer? i’m probably burst
a seventh beer? a dreadful shout…
but come on, let’s fuck around and find out
lager lager sweetheart stout
fuck around and find out
real life, what’s at stake
real lies, truth to fake
real talk, how do you take it
real love, how do you fake it
real life, aches and pains
heal the addict, break the chain
heel the beast, time to tame it
real life, it’s what you make it
will we make it?
what will we make it?
wake up and start scrapping
one normal day it’s all i ask… will never happen
let’s fuck around and find out
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5. |
Hampden Terrace
04:10
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i stood on hampden terrace and looked out across the lights
on a place that once upon a time could take me by surprise
i stood by the light and life statue in the early night
the gloom that set in looms upon the disused brownfield sites
and worst of all would be a face that still remembers me
puts me in a time and place i’d rather leave behind
worst of all would be someone that shares my history
trips down memory lane, oh brother take me for a ride
the more we try to grip, the more we loosen it
i stood amid the ruins of the old victoria
i stood by burnt down music halls that once were cinemas
i stood in pub back rooms where there used to be a stage
i wondered how ten years ago felt like a bygone age
i stood amid the gravestones of cathcart cemetery
i wandered through the terraces, i wasn’t there to grieve
i stood upon a balcony above the river clyde
from the ghosts that haunt me most there’s nowhere left to hide
when i used to go out, i knew every one i saw
now old boys give me lip like son are you still kicking a ball
when i used to go out, you couldn’t cut me down to size
now i keep my old head down, don’t check the corners of my eyes
the more we try to change, the more we stay the same
i leaned upon a window at the top of dumbreck court
i watched the sir john maxwell school rotting without support
i listened for the whispers of the faintly moving lips
i stood beneath the river and i heard each of the drips
i baulked at the green glow of the old polmadie burn
i walked along the graving docks and watched the new tide turn
i stood upon the cathkin braes and watched the city wake
i felt the eastern suns rays warm me from an old heart ache
and worst of all would be to cling on to those memories
stuck in time and place that i’d rather leave behind
and worst of all would be to hold on to my history
trips down memory lane, i try to put them out my mind
the more i dwell upon, it stops me moving on
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6. |
Love And Hate
02:42
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this song, it’s your tune
club goes off, it’s your room
on shoulders, selfies with the crew
get in there and make it all about you
oh to be an NPC
wallflower perks, couldn’t be me
main character energy
get in there and make it all about you
the words on the page, make it all about you
when you’re not centre stage, make it all about you
the works of the greats, created for you to solely relate to
take two, mate you must get in there and make it all about…
the essence of the past, i suppose it’d have to
be not madeleine cake but kraft cheesy pasta
cackle all you like when i’m a state at the afters
but hear me out as it fades, i’ll have the last of the laughter
irony in spades, make it all about me
bait the masters, throwing shade, make it all about me
procrastinate with the world’s weight
in the bin again like finnegan’s wake
alpha male it through every mistake
get in there and make it all about
when i hate myself does it make love you less
when i love myself do i love myself to death
ran from the law, i am lambing it
ran from my fate, peter panning it
panning for fools gold then instagramming it
scammed like a bored ape, instant face palming it
gave it my best shot, licked the salt, i was slamming it
it put me on the floor, like a laminate
lifeless, no stamina, pan bread, inanimate
life gives you lemons, by the balls, I’ll be grabbing it with tattooed fists
was it worth the wait, was it, was it
love and hate
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Glare
03:28
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sat up all night
stayed in all day
watched the dust fall, watched the dust fall
soaked off the rust
just for a buzz
as the light fades, as the light fades
in the moment
does it mean something
squint in the glare
a little while after
the laughter ends
squint in the glare
could call you up
you’d pick up if i’m in luck
what would i say, what would i say
could drive around
head up that town
to pass the day, to pass the day
in the moment
does it mean something
squint in the glare
a little while after
the laughter ends
squint in the glare
if i had turned the other way
if i had turned the other cheek
i never would have found the words to say
i never would have found the breath to speak
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8. |
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i know you, you know me
keep it lowkey our eyes don’t meet
adopt that shady energy
keep it 100 don’t make a scene
i know you, you know me
drinking deep in the pub or passing in the street
listen son we’ve got history
so i’m like, how’s your mother, how’s your sister been?
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
i stuck a finger in his face and i said
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
you’ve known me all along
don’t kid yourself on
you know me, i know you
but you’re looking at muggins here like
you don’t have a clue
can’t be seen to be too astute
the tales i tell about myself
always contain a grain a truth yeah
you know me, i know yous
suddenly the best of friends when lips run loose
listen brother, i’m not calling your bluff or
stealing your thunder but i’m sorry
do we know one another?
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
i stuck a finger in his face and i said
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
don’t kid on you don’t know me
you’ve known me all along
so don’t kid yourself on
at the aftershow, don’t kid on you don’t know
in the bar below, don’t kid on you don’t know
at the art opening, don’t kid on you don’t know
let’s not make it a thing, don’t kid on you don’t know
you’re in a rush, i’m loitering, don’t kid on you don’t know
you’re walking out, i’m walking in, don’t kid on you don’t know
at the karaoke, singing for the lonely
real ones know it’s legends only, so don’t kid on you don’t know me
i know you, you know me
gies a nod don’t appear to keen
listen, i know you, you know me
pull out all the stops once the lights go green
i know you when the in crowd corrals
we’re in a group chat, that doesn’t make us pals
you know me, you must at least suppose
we’re associates, we’re not mates, we’re not bros yes
i know you, you know me
the night has grown long, the shutters have drawn
so look me once in the eye before this moment is gone
don’t kid yourself on
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Jamie Scott Glasgow, UK
Don't kid on you don't know me.
I live in Glasgow and sometimes I make
music.
I've also been called MC Almond Milk and the Japanese War Effort. I used to be in CARBS and Conquering Animal Sound.
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