Riding the Low
lyrics
EASY ON OUR OWN
WHAT ABOUT EACH NEW TOMORROW?
YOU BRING IT ALL ON YOU
WHAT ABOUT THIS MYSTIFY NOW?
I MYSTIFY NOT YOU
YOU KEEP BANGING ON A NEW TOMORROW
YOU BING IT ALL ON YOU
WE CAN SIT BACK AND WATCH THE REST FLY
WE CAN WATCH THE REST FLY
AND DUST FLY
AND FIST FLY
AND MEAT FLY
AND HOUSE FLY
WHAT ABOUT EACH NEW TOMORROW?
YOU BRING IT ALL ON YOU
WANNA LIVE A LITTLE WRIST TO THIGH NOW?
I MISTY-EYE NOT YOU
WE KEEP BANGING ON A NEW TOMORROW
YOU BRING IT ALL ON YOU
YOU CAN SIT BACK AND WATCH THE REST FLY
WE CAN WATCH THE REST FLY
YOU SAY GO EASY NOW
BUT I’M NOT EVEN EASY ON MY OWN
WHAT ABOUT GOING EASY ON YOU
I’M NOT EASY ON MINE
AND DUST FLY
AND FIST FLY
AND MEAT FLY
AND HOUSE FLY
AND MEANWHILE
BETRAYED, I
YOU’LL NEVER FLY
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
EIGHTBALL
I’M NO COUNTRY BOY
I’M NOT EIGHTBALL
TOO INCITED BY FEATS
TOO UNEVEN, I
WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A RIGHT TO HOLD ON
WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A RIGHT TO TRY
TOO UNEVEN, I
NON-BELIEVER
YOU INCITE THIS FLEETING
WHEN I’M DREAMING, I
WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A RIGHT TO GO DOWN
RIGHT DOWN
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
SKULL ON CONCRETE
FATE DECIDES
IN SOME FAR-OFF REGION
I’M ALIVE
TO SOME BAD INTENTIONS
FIGHT IT OUT
WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S SON TONIGHT
OH, YOU MIGHT AS WELL
SIGHTS ALIGN
IN THIS DOGGED SEASON
THOUGHTS OF YOUTH
GO RACING THROUGH ME
STAGE IS HIGH
AND I
IT’S DRIVEN FROM MY HANDS
IT’S DRIVEN FROM ME
STEPPING OUT
TO NEW DIRECTIONS
ON YOUR OWN
YOU MADE CONNECTIONS
TO THE SOUND
OF SKULL ON CONCRETE
OH THE SOUND
WILL YOU TAKE IT WITH YOU EVERYWHERE YOU GO?
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
CATCH YOU WHEN YOU GO
BRILLIANT FADE THE LIGHT
THAT CAPTURES WHEN DOWN LOW
REWARDED WITH RESPITE
THE CAPTIONS
YOU KNOW?
I WAS RECORDED RIGHT
RETARDED FROM THEM BLOWS
DEFINED IT TO THE TIME
TO CAPTURE
YOU KNOW?
WILL A FADE A LONELY
CATCH YOU IF YOU GO
AND THE ONE LESS IS NOT SO
YOU SPITE ME NOW
WITHIN RETIRED EYESIGHT
RAPTURE WHEN IN FLOW
REVISED THE WEIGHT OF PRIDE
THAT FLATTENED YOU SO
I WAS RECORDED RIGHT
THEY GET YOU WHEN DOWN LOW
DEFINED IT TO THE TIME OF CAPTURE
YOU KNOW
WILL I FADE A LONELY
CATCH YOU IF YOU GO
AND THE ONE LESS IS NOT SO
YOU DOUBT ME NOW
WHEN IN RAPTURE I DIE
WHEN IN DAYLIGHT TOO BRIGHT
STILL OF MIND TO RAISE THE GHOST
THE HOST
AT MOST
YOU KNOW IT’S ALRIGHT
THE GHOST
YOU KNOW THE HOST
YOU KNOW IT’S RIGHT BEHIND
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
GREAT DAY OUT FOR THE BOYS
Me, I know me
Full of holes and given to mistakes
You show-pony
Riding on my back until it breaks
Me, I low-rider
Gaining face and armed up with the boot
You a young gun
Yeah
Ended up as Mascot for the fools
It’s a great day out for the boys
Little loaded boy
Living gun
One day your banks must break
Nailed the crowded west
Full of pissed-up cowboys
How’s it taste?
How does it taste?
Oh I mean it man
It’s a great day out for the boys
It’s a great day out for all
Little luck-runner
Rolling like a boulder round the place
Such a finite kid
Knee-high to the garden gate that day
Brother hold me
Nourish me until my dying days
Don’t desert me love
I have every right to take my place
In outer space
Oh I mean it man...
Come back home son
No-one’s disgraced
My bark is much worse than their bite
It will all be erased
Just give it time
Oh give it time
It’s a great day out for the boys
It’s a great day out for all
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
ACRES OF YVONNE
I GET BAD DAYS
YOU GET TSUNAMI’S
ACRES OF YVONNE I’D CRY
TO SEE YOU BLEED AWAY, LOVE
I GET HIGHWAYS
YOU GET LAY-BYS
ACRES OF YVONNE
DAMN RIGHT
I’LL SEE YOU THROUGH THE DAY, LOVE
GOD GIVE ME THE PRICE
I’M BEAT AT THE POST
I’VE BEEN AWAY
CRY BLOATED THIGHS
I’M BITTEN
LIES CONCEAL THE WEIGHT
GOD GIVE ME THE BOAST
I NEED IT THE MOST
I’VE BEEN INSIDE
BUT DON’T GIVE AWAY THOSE PRETTY BONES
THEY’RE MINE
ACRES OF YVONNE I’VE TRIED
TO PLOUGH YOUR FEARS AWAY LOVE
I GET COME-ON
YOU GET SO SORRY
ACRES OF YVONNE DAMN RIGHT
I NEEDED YOU TODAY, LOVE
ACRES OF YVONNE
I’VE GOT YOU
NOW YOU’VE GOT NOBODY
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
Lights down harms way
LIGHTS DOWN HARMS WAY
SAFE YOU ARE
SAFE FROM ALL
SAFE FROM GOD
SAFE FROM BOREDOM
AND THE PROMISE OF A GOAD
I’M OKAY
I KNOW PEOPLE WHO RESIDE
IN HARMS WAY
ONE OF THEM RETIRED
AN UNDEFEATED GAL
SHE WAS FORTY THREE AND OH
YEAH SHE SHOULDERED ALL THE SHOTS
HEAD GOT CLIPPED ON BOTTOM ROPE
LIGHTS DOWN LOW
I WILL ROLL WITH THE BEST YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME
AND I WILL STAND MY GROUND
LIKE SENTRIES AT YOUR THROAT
I COULD CRY
BUT I DON’T
I COULD RISE
BUT I WON’T
HERE I AM
SAFE BUT WORN
OUT OF HARMS WAY
LIGHTS GO DOWN
AND WE SNUGGLE UP AND CUT OUT ALL THE RAGE
AND I PROMISE I
WILL WAKE UP LIKE A NEW MAN COME MONDAY
IT’S JUST MY WAY
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
BY-PRODUCT OF THE LAST FLATS
SILLY GIRL SAID HER INNOCENCE HAD BEEN SOMEWHAT MISPLACED
GAVE IT OUT TO THE BOYS AROUND THE BACK OF THE EMGAS
SILLY GIRL MISPLACED SOME OF THE THINGS THAT SHE HAD MADE
AN ASHTRAY OF CLAY AND A BOX FILLED WITH MATCHES AND HAIR
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
IT’S DRIVEN ME TO DESPAIR
WAIT A LITTLE WHILE
HURRIED, CRASS, RUSHED AND VILE
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
YOU KNOW IT’S SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
AMONGST THE GLASS, ROCKS AND NUBS
THE BREATH, OIL, TEETH AND GUM
BY-PRODUCT OF THE LAST FLATS
WE ALL STRIVE TO RETAIN OUR PLACE
GIVEN ALL THAT YOU’VE DONE IT’S A WONDER WE ARE STILL BREATHING
GIVE THAT KID A BISCUIT TIN
SURELY HE WILL SHOW YOU A STAGE
THEY WILL ROB YOU OF YOUR GIFTS
YOU KNOW THE TERRAIN
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
IT’S A WAR ZONE OUT THERE
WHERE THEY ATTACK FROM ALL SIDES
JUST TO SECURE THEIR DENIAL
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
YOU KNOW I’M SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
I AM THE GLASS, ROCKS AND NUBS
I AM THE SHOPS, FIELDS AND PUBS
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
LIVE FROM THE TRAMP FIGHTS
THEY’VE GOT CONTRACTS
ALL AGREEMENTS CARVED IN ROCK
CURSED APPROVALS
A DANGER TO FOUNDATIONS
A TRAMP FIGHT IN A TELEPHONE BOOTH
AND THEY’RE LAPPING IT UP
BUT IT MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL
CLAP LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS
ON ANOTHER MAN’S END
WATCH HIM SPIN ON A TEN PENCE PIECE
YEAH
SPIN OFF
I GET HEADACHES
I GET PAINS AND TUMORS
IT’S PATHETIC
HOW I BRING ON CANCER
LAST SHOW AT THE TELEPHONE BOOTH
NOW THE PEOPLE APPROVE
THEY WILL FILL ARENA’S
CLAP LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS
ON ANOTHER DEAD END
SHALL WE DROWN IN A SKINFUL OR FALL?
YEAH
SON OF
YEAH
I’M SON OF
HEY
YEAH
WELL YOU DON’T LIKE MY METHODS
YOU DON’T HAVE TO FIGHT
BUT I KNOW YOU’RE RIPE
TO LIVE OFF THE BACK OF IT
LAST TOUR IN A GARDEN OF THORNS
THERE’S A PETTY WAR
WHAT A BLOW TO THE DREAMERS
CASCADES AND BARRICADES REIGN
I’M IMMUNE TO IT ALL
I’M ALIVE AT THE NEXT TRAMP FIGHTS
I’M ALIVE AS THE NEXT TRAMP FALLS
YEAH
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
MEAT SKANKER
MEAT SKANKER’S STEALING FROM MY PLATE
DISTANCED HIMSELF LIKE NO OTHER SON
DISGRACED HIS FATHER AND BROTHERS NAME
FOR PETTY CRIMES
I KNOW THAT I KNOW NO-ONE ELSE QUITE LIKE HIM
I LOVE HIM
MEAT SKANKER’S GOT SO MANY TRAITS
SO MANY CORRIDORS AND CAVES
I TRUSTED HIM BEYOND MY SIGHT
EVEN THOUGH I WASN’T WELL
I NEVER COULD DISCOURAGE THEM
FROM TRYING TO IMPRISON HIM
RACIST THUG
HE ISN’T BRIGHT
A CORRECTION, HE’S NOT MY BABY
AND I DON’T KNOW HOW
BUT HE’S GOT THIS WAY OF SPINNING THINGS AROUND
HE’S TWISTED BOY
THROWS FROGS AT WALLS AND THINKS IT’S FUNNY
MEAT SKANKER’S ON HIS OWN
GOT NOWHERE TO GO
HE CAVED A KID IN BACK IN SCHOOL
BAD LUCK SURROUNDED HIM
LIKE FLIES AROUND THE CORPSE OF YOUTH
MEAT SKANKER’S HEAD IS ALL A GAS
GOT BRAIN THAT’S FUELED-UP BY BUTANE
GOT CRIPPLED UP
GOT BASH STREET CHIC
GOT HUNG BY WASHING LINE
I NEVER WAS A FAN OF IT
ALTHOUGH I USED TO LAUGH AT IT
DANCING ROUND A PLASTIC BAG
ELVIS OF THE COMMON PEOPLE
AND IT’S NO-ONE’S FAULT
BUT IN A WAY YOU’VE WON
YOU KISS YOUR FEARS
THEY TASTE DIVINE
YOU’RE CHAMPION OF THE COMMON PEOPLE
MEAT SKANKER
THE LOWEST THIG YOU DID
WAS CUT THOSE WINGS OFF BIRDS
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine
DAZZLE ME, BEGIN
Hello Brother
How’s the boy?
He’s been sent packing
Lives his life now on probation
After making lewd requests
So get him out
Come on sunshine
We await with bated breath
For you to do something fantastic
Come-on dazzle me, begin
Yeah get it on
Get it on
Dig the boy
He’s next in line-up
Family’s fight for generations
Should we put him to the test?
Or get him out?
Hello new breed
Where’s this pain that you reside in?
You’re the one that makes me shimmer
With a new-found lust for life
So get a life
Come-on brothers
What’s this game around the table?
Now your cuffs are filled with ideas
Come-on dazzle me, begin
Yeah get it right
Get it right
Dig the boy
He’s next in line-up
Family’s fight for generations
Should we give this kid a rest?
Give him a rest
Him a rest
Now he’s blessed with words to guide him
We’ll attack them from the blind side
come-on dazzle from within
Yeah dazzle
Dazzle me, begin
Nothing frustrates like the wait in line
Eye for an eye
Tooth for the truth
They’re the laws that I play by
Nothing’s as strange in these alien times
Eye for an eye
Tooth for the truth
It’s the law of the playground
Lyrics © of Paddy Considine