Lyrics

Probably the most aggressive song I have ever written

by Enormous on March 4, 2011

The End of the World is upon us
So be careful in things that you do
And consider effects on the ones that you love
Cos the things that we said could come true
And we travel south for the winter
Yes, we’re leaving our problems behind
And if we had to admit, our excuses are shit
Well, one has to be cruel to be kind

I know you know the way I’m feeling
I know you feel the way I do
I know you know the way I’m thinking
I know you think the same things, too

So she runs away with a singer
She is happy to help him compose
Then one song is a hit and we’re all singing it
It’s the first one that they ever wrote
It’s called ‘All the World Loves a Winner’
And it fills people up with a hope
But look hard and you’ll find that what’s written inside
Is a message that’s meant as a joke

And meanwhile, the boy is all naked
He’s shaving the hairs on his prick
He’s proud of his work but the razor can hurt
So he’s eager to finish it quick
But his friend has been sick on the mirror
And his brother is half up the stairs
It’s a difficult job but he just cannot stop
Cos he knows he’ll be famous somewhere

(C) Davy Lawrence

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Creative Davy

by Enormous on November 4, 2008

I’ve been so busy recently; I haven’t found time to post.

I have been going through one of my prolific songwriting periods where everything else has to take a backseat. I am generally a quiet and meticulous man set against the background of his imagination, so when the planets in my mind move into a favourably creative conjunction, I have to batten down the hatches, ignore everything else, and go with the flow.

Stay in alone with Audrey writing amazing songs for three weeks, or never communicate with anyone again via the internet? Both seem almost equally gratifying outcomes.

I’ll do a quick acoustic guitar demo of one of my new favourites called The Girl Who Turned Into Herself and post it on my MySpace or Virb for you to have a listen. Here’s the second verse – I have never written a lyric with the words ‘noodles’, ‘saucepan’ or ‘utensils’ in it . . . I have now – don’t blame me; these things write themselves:

In a saucepan: oriental noodles
Favourite stainless steel
Knife and fork
They look so happy
Those two old metal utensils
Just lying there together
In her kitchen drawer

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