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This song is about the horrors of a Saturday night in a typical town in the UK...
songwriter manchester andy jones
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Melodic indie pop-rock with sun drenched vocals.
Hello, I am the band! I'm a singer-songwriter and I'm a bit of a control freak, hence I do everything myself - playing the intruments, writing the lyrics, singing, recording, you name it! I recorded the latest of these songs on my PC but the older ones were recorded on a 4 track tape recorder (I'm planning to re-record some of them with the new improved technology - if only I can find the time!) UPDATE: New batch of songs added in June 2006
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #586
Peak in subgenre #103
Author
Andy Jones
Rights
(C) 2004 Andrew Jones
Uploaded
September 29, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I come from a small town in North Wales. This song recounts some of the 'characters' I mingled with during my formative years. When I think back to all those nights spent in awful pubs and clubs... well I shudder!
Lyrics
Dancefloor is jumping, The Cavemen and their prey dry-humping, It’s Saturday night and I’m feeling far from alright. I’m stuck in a goldfish bowl, The kind of place that will suck your soul, A triumph of apathy, low expectations mediocrity. Chorus I wanna run, run-away far from this place, And feel like part of the human race, Away from narrow minded louts, Who have no thoughts and have no doubts, I wanna show you the beauty that is all around, If you could only escape from this no-horse town. See the dirty old men, Drinking beer and alcopops, Chasing after teenage girls, And hoping for a screw in the bogs. It’s a small-town love, Not like you see in the films, It’s hoping not to be alone, When the lights come on and it’s time to go home. Chorus The dancefloor is empty, The cavemen outside, They’re looking for some food, a shag or maybe just a fight. In time they’ll grow old, And they’ll settle down, Then it’ll be their children, Every Saturday night in the same old town. Chorus x 2 © 2004 Andy Jones
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