a story/character song, completely fictional... -fun!
Acoustic, rock, vocal
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(I'm aware that the quality of some of the songs themselves are below par but the recent stuff is much better!)
Story behind the song
Well, whilst sitting in my room at uni, I just started playing some chords, then for a laugh I started to sing in a stereotypical english-commoner accent i.e. think = fink etc, and began to write the song.
The song is a story song, of basically about a complete 'mummies boy' man who suddenly thinks 'sod this!' and goes to live his own life. The mother however, doesn't want him to go (even though he's gone) as she is so controlling, the rest is pretty self explanitory.
Lyrics
Don't think you realise,
He wants to be alive,
And be on his way,
But no one can tell you that,
Guess you gotta chew the fat,
Which he knows you hate
Dark and dingey is the room,
That he was born into,
But he's storming off now,
Guessed he found out how
Why you had kept him away
Why you would keep him away
You know he's old enough,
For once he's put himself first
Don't think you realise,
He wants to be alive,
And be on his way,
But no he can't tell you that,
He's just a pussy cat,
Which he knows you hate
Keeping you up late at night,
Wondering where he have might,
Stowed himself in,
Almost everything,
But she doesn't dwell on it,
Right there she just sits,
Waiting for his call,
If he'll call at all.
"A day, a week, a month, a year
I'll be waiting here,
Oh that boy's in trouble,
When he gets back"
"Thank gosh I got away,
I knew I would someday,
Took all this time
She needs to relax!"
Oh how does it taste?
How does it taste?
