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Famous
04:14
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1. FAMOUS
He's watching his silver spoon tarnish.
She's not waving she's drying her nail varnish.
There's so many of us around out there
Staring at halfway, praying to our hair,
I've finally got my act together
And it's broken down and lying in the road
I'm mugging the gypsies for lucky heather,
I'm the frog prince who turned into a toad.
Oh I hope that I'm Famous soon, I hope that I fall in love.
You know I could have the moon, if I was up in the stars above.
I'm taking the fast road to heaven.
One way to Palookaville and back home by seven
I'm trying not to let it get me down.
I'm airworthy but all of me is stuck on the ground.
I've finally got some sense together
I'm so talented I think I could explode.
I'm waiting for the phone to ring, a break in the weather,
Oh God please come and take away this load.
If I was up in the stars above I could shine.
See that golden Edsel there yeah that's mine.
Life could be a bowl of apples straight off the tree.
Everybody's mother's favourite son could be me.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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I Bet
03:54
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I BET
I bet you practise conversations with him on your own,
I bet your heart thumps that bit faster when you hear the phone.
I bet you plan your whole week on the off chance he'll be there,
I bet those stupid sad songs send you off into despair.
I bet deep down you know he doesn't feel it like you do.
I bet you replay all his words 'til you believe they're true.
I'll bet good money you're ignoring all the things he's done.
I bet you're watching all your friendships suffer one by one.
Oh how do you think I know all of this is true?
That's the way I feel about you.
I bet your self respect is just a distant memory,
I bet you've dug down way down deep beneath your dignity.
I bet that you don't listen to things you don't want to hear,
I bet you're sick to death of chest pains and the taste of tears
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Keep Saying It
03:16
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3. KEEP SAYING IT
I know I find it hard to open,
Keeping silent and things unspoken.
But I've been trying to tell you my way.
Picking carefully things that I say
But when I stumble onto the topic
You're too busy and try to stop it.
It's as if you don't want to know.
You're leaving me with nowhere to go.
I Keep saying it
I Keep saying it
I Keep saying it
But you ain't listening.
Some nights I'm screaming it out but you won't
Take you earplugs out so I don't
Make it plain write it down why should I?
I've been talking so long all the good that it does.
And you don't think that I can see what's going on
You don't think that I know
All the things that don't show.
So if you see me don't act surprised.
Keep that wounded look out of your eyes.
Don't ask me when I'll be home 'cause you know
We closed that place down a long time ago.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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I've Said It All Before
03:21
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I'VE SAID IT ALL BEFORE
I could do it all with you
But I've done it all before.
And I could see so much in you
But I've seen it all and more.
Yes I've been around,
All over this town.
Don't believe a single word I say
And I could say so much to you,
But I've said it all before
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Never Once
04:00
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NEVER ONCE
Poached fish again for dinner
And she's got so much going on.
And though she's slim she could be thinner,
Aerobics and marathons.
Now and then a drastic fag
To keep her on the straight and true.
And life inside a plastic bag
Is warm until your face turns blue.
Never once in seven years
Seen without her makeup on.
Anyone gives in to fear
Who's only ever been taken from.
Bed at seven up at four
Into the world all by herself.
Gravity is at the door
And pulling at her mental health.
Don't get dizzy try to breathe
She tells herself to stay in touch.
And eating what the children leave
Won't ever build you up too much.
Never once since eleven years old
Eaten without worrying.
It's the only thing she's in control of,
There's no point in hurrying.
Once I saw her smile
Like a happy child.
Then she saw and knew
And disappeared from view.
Poached fish again for dinner
And when there's nothing going on.
She's just thin and getting thinner
And every day's a marathon.
Pulling on her plastic fags
giving up is good for you.
Life lived on elastic
Means the ground's always rushing up to meet you.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Mr Sweet
03:47
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MR SWEET.
I've seen that look before,
Heard that tone of voice,
And that slamming door.
And I know just what to do.
I'll get on the red phone,
Yes he always comes through.
Oh here he comes Mr Sweet,
From his head to his feet,
You couldn't wish to meet a nicer guy.
Oh baby he'll care for you
Just like you want him to,
It's something he learned to do
When he was knee high.
He'll lay his hand on your head.
Bring flowers, cook meals,
Breakfast in bed.
Oh he, no he won't fool around.
He'll put things away
And leave the toilet seat down.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Idiot
02:49
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IDIOT
For a minute there I forgot I was an Idiot,
For a minute there I forgot I was a fool.
For a little precious time
I believed that you were mine.
For a minute I forgot that life is cruel.
For a moment I imagined I was competent,
And that you might need me like I needed you.
For a fabulous few days
I thought I had changed my ways
Until you told me what I think I always knew.
For a minute there I thought I was the luckiest man alive,
My faith in happy endings stood a good chance of survival.
For a minute there I forgot I was ridiculous.
It seemed to slip my mind I was a clown.
Well anyway you stayed
And poured down on my parade.
I should have known you wouldn't let me down.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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The Omega Man
03:21
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THE OMEGA MAN
It's so quiet you'd think that there'd been snow.
I could be the Omega Man for all I know.
I can't believe it I can hear myself think
And it's not all they make it out to be.
When was it I blinked and I missed the right situation.
The moment came and went, you don't get long.
Nothing haunts you like your hesitation.
You might think you're all right,
Well you're wrong.
I'm afraid of the silence and the dark.
Life is noisy and bright,
A real amusement park.
And I used to think this place was small
But I've been pacing from room to room
And I can't seem to fill it up at all.
I can't pin it down with much precision.
Sometime somehow somewhere it all went wrong.
There never seemed to be a big decision.
You don't know who you are 'til it's gone.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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At Least
04:09
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AT LEAST.
I've been here before,
Now I think I'm back again.
I thought I'd have heard from you by now.
But no ring at the door,
No calling me to explain.
Is this how people do things now?
This silence just tears and undermines.
I can't believe I thought it was bad last time.
'Cause At Least she had the heart to tell me.
At least she wasn't scared.
At least she had the guts to say
I love someone else and I never really cared about you.
It terrifies me.
It might have never been.
I might have dreamt this whole thing up.
Why couldn't there be
A cinematic final scene.
Cameras and someone yelling cut.
But now I'm frustrated and confused.
It's not that I'm not
Used to being used.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Off My Mind
03:05
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10. OFF MY MIND
I can't get him off my mind
I wish to god that I knew how
And you say leave the past behind
When he knew you just like I do now.
And the weeds are growing underneath the flowers
I could sit here staring for hours and hours.
But I can't seem to shake him loose
Everytimre I close my eyes
It's you and him and what's the use
Of nevermind and more denying.
Watch me screw this whole thing up
I fell in love and I fell out of luck
Now he says he's a friend of mine
And I'm the man that he once hated.
Modern guys in modern times
But I don't feel that sophisticated.
And you don't love him anymore
He's history yes
That's what friends are for.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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11. |
Unhappy
02:34
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UNHAPPY
Look here, what do I see,
Looking everywhere but at me.
I know I'm going to be
Beaten up and unhappy
I walk up, don't know why
I'm lost before I try
Come home with me
Stay and make me Unhappy
You'll touch me but you'll never catch my eye.
Baby there's not much I won't stand
I'll be needy and demanding
You can't keep a dumb guy down
My friends tell me
I'm sleeping with the enemy
But they won't make me see
Cause I'm too busy being unhappy.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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Stony Ground
04:28
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STONY GROUND
I'm finding out what makes you up
I'm finding out what touched you.
I'm finding out I try too hard.
I try too hard and rush you.
And it's not like it was
Before I bothered and confused you.
So now you don't smile at me
Or treat me like you used to.
I wish I fell on stony ground
Instead of growing some then dying.
If I could tell I'd spread it round
'til I got sick of lying.
Caught there without my trousers down
I don't even feel like crying.
I wish those hungry birds came down
Before I started trying.
I'm bending over backwards
and I don't think you deserve this
I'm trying to start an in the sack race
try not to look nervous.
I'm hiding all my lack of grace
my anger and peversions.
I can see you've got the kind of face
I could really put the years on.
copyright Jim Kitson 2001
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