My Lyrics - "Your Week With..."
My second album is a concept album. Each song stands for one day of the week providing you with seven days of music - song number eight starts a new week. Musical fun fact: Each song starts with a different note on the C Major scale (although not in order). I hope you enjoy discovering the stories these songs tell. Below you can read the song lyrics for my second album “Your Week With...": |
Closed On Mondays
Closed on Mondays says the sign on the door.
In the old art shop they've seen it before.
But this time she'd written below with a pen
not sure when I'm back - maybe never again.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
She looks at the windows as she leaves here.
It was always hard for her to disappear.
She swallows loudly and holds her bag tight
as her view slowly moves this town out of sight.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
She dreams of a fresh start without all the noise.
Without all the neighbours - the girls and the boys.
Who are so young, but who know too much.
Who still storm her shop though asked not to touch.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
Last summer she travelled as far as Southend.
But all of a sudden had to amend
Her journey's route to bring her back home.
Somehow she'd forgotten to be ready to roam.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
This time she'll make it she swears as she goes.
She closes her eyes and opens her nose.
Smelling the waves sweeping her off her feet
as the train fast approaches with its steady beat.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
Closed on Mondays says the sign on the door.
In the old art shop they've seen it before.
But this time she'd written below with a pen
not sure when I'm back - maybe never again.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
She looks at the windows as she leaves here.
It was always hard for her to disappear.
She swallows loudly and holds her bag tight
as her view slowly moves this town out of sight.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
She dreams of a fresh start without all the noise.
Without all the neighbours - the girls and the boys.
Who are so young, but who know too much.
Who still storm her shop though asked not to touch.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
Last summer she travelled as far as Southend.
But all of a sudden had to amend
Her journey's route to bring her back home.
Somehow she'd forgotten to be ready to roam.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
This time she'll make it she swears as she goes.
She closes her eyes and opens her nose.
Smelling the waves sweeping her off her feet
as the train fast approaches with its steady beat.
Seagull, lead me to the coast
and all my worries will stay in this town.
Let me hear your scream, fly high and never touch down.
Take me to what I love most, take me to what I love most.
Tuesdays When We Kiss
When I see you my heart crumbles.
Can't you stand with me?
Have you got the heart to shun me?
Can't you set me free?
I understand you don't make friends so very easily.
It doesn't come natural to you.
Your can't swallow your pride - I know it's difficult -
so hatred will have to do.
But I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
When you see me your lips tremble.
Anger flows inside.
You're not keen to share your space.
You're ready for a fight.
You don't understand you'll make it harder for us both.
Why can't you just let me be?
Please tell me why don't you relax and chill out
instead of wasting your energy?
But I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
Life is short and lonliness feels empty.
Change takes time we can't afford to throw away.
Start today to make the little changes
that over time will finally make you say:
Today I feel you don't annoy me so much
in fact you're rather easy to bear.
I don't know why it was different before
but now i have to declare
That I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
Just take this: Each day is when we kiss!
When I see you my heart crumbles.
Can't you stand with me?
Have you got the heart to shun me?
Can't you set me free?
I understand you don't make friends so very easily.
It doesn't come natural to you.
Your can't swallow your pride - I know it's difficult -
so hatred will have to do.
But I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
When you see me your lips tremble.
Anger flows inside.
You're not keen to share your space.
You're ready for a fight.
You don't understand you'll make it harder for us both.
Why can't you just let me be?
Please tell me why don't you relax and chill out
instead of wasting your energy?
But I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
Life is short and lonliness feels empty.
Change takes time we can't afford to throw away.
Start today to make the little changes
that over time will finally make you say:
Today I feel you don't annoy me so much
in fact you're rather easy to bear.
I don't know why it was different before
but now i have to declare
That I got news.
Today I refuse to be your enemy.
Just take this: Tuesday's when we kiss!
Just take this: Each day is when we kiss!
Lucky Wednesday
Every Wednesday without fail
she watched the balls rotate.
I watched her face as it grew pale
as she awaited fate.
"Fortune favours the brave" they say.
But who will be the bravest today?
Ball drops, heart stops.
Will I be rich before ten?
"Oh shit, no hit!"
Just unlucky again.
She spent all her savings on a win
as the years went by.
"Bye granny, this game's the biggest sin."
I stand at her grave and sigh.
"Fortune favours the brave" they say.
But sometimes bravery makes you pay.
Ball drops, heart stops.
Will I be rich before ten?
"Oh fuck, no luck!"
None of my numbers again.
Weeks later to my surprise I find
a lottery ticket in my name.
Amongst all her tickets, dated and signed,
for yesterday's game.
All the numbers match perfectly.
I was neither brave nor lucky, you see!
"Thanks gran, best nan!"
I'm happy now, no lament.
"You did this hit!"
"Knowledge is power!" - the end.
Every Wednesday without fail
she watched the balls rotate.
I watched her face as it grew pale
as she awaited fate.
"Fortune favours the brave" they say.
But who will be the bravest today?
Ball drops, heart stops.
Will I be rich before ten?
"Oh shit, no hit!"
Just unlucky again.
She spent all her savings on a win
as the years went by.
"Bye granny, this game's the biggest sin."
I stand at her grave and sigh.
"Fortune favours the brave" they say.
But sometimes bravery makes you pay.
Ball drops, heart stops.
Will I be rich before ten?
"Oh fuck, no luck!"
None of my numbers again.
Weeks later to my surprise I find
a lottery ticket in my name.
Amongst all her tickets, dated and signed,
for yesterday's game.
All the numbers match perfectly.
I was neither brave nor lucky, you see!
"Thanks gran, best nan!"
I'm happy now, no lament.
"You did this hit!"
"Knowledge is power!" - the end.
Stargazing With You On A Thursday (Lying On Top Of Your Car)
And now I'm here.
With you in the dark.
And I've got so much to say to you.
But I feel that it's not
the right moment to speak.
There will be a better moment soon.
And I look into your eyes
as I'm lying in your arms.
And I wish that time would disappear.
You are what I need now.
You are what I need now.
You pull me closer
and touch my cheek.
I can feel your breath in my face.
And you close your eyes
as your lips sink onto mine.
And from your hand I feel your warm embrace.
And all the words
I'd been keeping for you
have vanished from my mind.
This is the perfect moment!
This is the perfect moment!
And now I'm here.
With you in the dark.
And I've got so much to say to you.
But I feel that it's not
the right moment to speak.
There will be a better moment soon.
And I look into your eyes
as I'm lying in your arms.
And I wish that time would disappear.
You are what I need now.
You are what I need now.
You pull me closer
and touch my cheek.
I can feel your breath in my face.
And you close your eyes
as your lips sink onto mine.
And from your hand I feel your warm embrace.
And all the words
I'd been keeping for you
have vanished from my mind.
This is the perfect moment!
This is the perfect moment!
Fridays At The Club
Some might say she's a failure,
some that she ran out of luck.
Some pity her and some try to help
and some just don't give - a damn.
But there's one little thing she loves doing.
One surprise for the crowd unaware.
At the club every week
when the night's at its peak
she appears her talent to share.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
When she was young she had many a dream
and hoped that some would prevail.
But she quickly learned dreams are not made to last
and life is no fairytale.
But there's one little thing she keeps doing.
One surprise she's keen to prepare.
At the club every week
when the night's at its peak
she appears her talent to share.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
When she stands in the limelight
in this ragged old bar
she feels she's got a purpose
and her dreams don't seem so far away.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
Some might say she's a failure.
Ev'ry Friday she's there.
All the bells chime for her.
And time stops...
Some might say she's a failure,
some that she ran out of luck.
Some pity her and some try to help
and some just don't give - a damn.
But there's one little thing she loves doing.
One surprise for the crowd unaware.
At the club every week
when the night's at its peak
she appears her talent to share.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
When she was young she had many a dream
and hoped that some would prevail.
But she quickly learned dreams are not made to last
and life is no fairytale.
But there's one little thing she keeps doing.
One surprise she's keen to prepare.
At the club every week
when the night's at its peak
she appears her talent to share.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
When she stands in the limelight
in this ragged old bar
she feels she's got a purpose
and her dreams don't seem so far away.
When she gets up on stage all the bells start to chime
and time stops when she raises her hand.
She takes the mic and she starts to mime
to the tunes of her favourite band.
The brightest star in the land!
Some might say she's a failure.
Ev'ry Friday she's there.
All the bells chime for her.
And time stops...
A Saturday To Save The World
So many decades of high, fast and wide.
We couldn't stop making, took things in their stride.
We built more and further. Each stone let towns grow.
And now we're surprised cracks are starting to show.
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
Parking and paving and big shopping malls.
Highways and byways and huge concrete walls.
Have made too much noise and obstructed our view.
But now it is time to start things anew.
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
If you had one Saturday to change the world
would you feel you know just what to do?
Would you stop relaxing and start caring for
what we leave behind when we are due?
In the shade of a tree
would you feel proud and free?
The birds hum in your ear while you rest.
When it's all said and done
can we rebuilt what's gone?
Can we showcase the world at its best?
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
How far are we from the moon?
So many decades of high, fast and wide.
We couldn't stop making, took things in their stride.
We built more and further. Each stone let towns grow.
And now we're surprised cracks are starting to show.
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
Parking and paving and big shopping malls.
Highways and byways and huge concrete walls.
Have made too much noise and obstructed our view.
But now it is time to start things anew.
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
If you had one Saturday to change the world
would you feel you know just what to do?
Would you stop relaxing and start caring for
what we leave behind when we are due?
In the shade of a tree
would you feel proud and free?
The birds hum in your ear while you rest.
When it's all said and done
can we rebuilt what's gone?
Can we showcase the world at its best?
And I stand in a field.
And I hear the drum roll.
And I hope the tune changes soon.
Can we alter the text?
Well, I wonder what's next?
How far are we from the moon?
How far are we from the moon?
Sundays In Bed
Sundays in bed
and the rain falls in silence.
Sundays in bed -
I got nothing to do.
Sundays in bed -
it's a curse and a blessing.
Sundays in bed -
waiting for you.
Finally getting up.
Making some coffee.
Sundays in bed -
felt warm and secure.
Barefoot on tiles
that distort my reflection.
The water that drowns me
so cold and so pure.
Mirror, my mirror,
don't look at my face now.
On Sundays in bed
I'm not who i should be.
My head is bored and
my heart is broken.
On Sundays in bed
I can't bear to be me.
Can't think that straight.
All my ideas messy.
The ticking of time
echoes loud in my head.
Why has everything changed
to a form of slow motion?
Is that what happens
Sundays in bed?
How long since you've left?
How many hours?
Was it even this lifetime
that I've seen your face?
How am I supposed
to get through this Sunday?
Thinking of you
and our last embrace.
Mirror, my mirror,
don't look at my face now.
On Sundays in bed
I'm not who i should be.
My head is bored and
my heart is broken.
On Sundays in bed
I can't bear to be me.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Sundays in bed
and the rain falls in silence.
Sundays in bed -
I got nothing to do.
Sundays in bed -
it's a curse and a blessing.
Sundays in bed -
waiting for you.
Finally getting up.
Making some coffee.
Sundays in bed -
felt warm and secure.
Barefoot on tiles
that distort my reflection.
The water that drowns me
so cold and so pure.
Mirror, my mirror,
don't look at my face now.
On Sundays in bed
I'm not who i should be.
My head is bored and
my heart is broken.
On Sundays in bed
I can't bear to be me.
Can't think that straight.
All my ideas messy.
The ticking of time
echoes loud in my head.
Why has everything changed
to a form of slow motion?
Is that what happens
Sundays in bed?
How long since you've left?
How many hours?
Was it even this lifetime
that I've seen your face?
How am I supposed
to get through this Sunday?
Thinking of you
and our last embrace.
Mirror, my mirror,
don't look at my face now.
On Sundays in bed
I'm not who i should be.
My head is bored and
my heart is broken.
On Sundays in bed
I can't bear to be me.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.