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keep it afloat
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I used to look like you
You used to look like me
When we danced in The Venue all night
We split our first E
And danced to The Prodigy
In some field in Strathclyde Country Park
We can never tell that stuff to him, no
Cos to him we'll always be just mum and dad
But maybe one day he'll be proud of us
Like we are proud of him
He looks a bit like you
He looks a bit like me
But he's got mischief that's all of his own
He knows about the birds
He knows about the bees
But he doesn't know where he comes from
We'll have to tell that stuff to him one day
Cos we're always gonna be his mum and dad
And maybe one day he'll be proud of us
Like we are proud of him
He looks like no one else
He looks just like himself
He's been lost since the day he was born
And all that we can do
Is point his ship the right way
And hope that he keep sit afloat
Maybe we should since this song for him one day
Then we might not seem like just his mum and dad
Then maybe one day he'll be proud of us
Like we are proud of him
He looks a bit like you
He looks a bit like me
But he's got a life that's all of his own
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Driving north to you
Four hundred miles from home
Listening to Bjork in the car
She's violently happy, violently happy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
I drive past an accident
Someone looks really hurt in there
That could've been me imagine
Bjork's crazy voice
Calling out from the wreckage
Driving north to you
Four hundred miles from home
Listening to Bjork in the car
She's violently happy, violently happy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
I'm losing a lot of blood here
She's violently happy
Four hundred miles from home
Me I just miss you like crazy
I'm losing a lot of happy
There's violently blood here
Four hundred miles from crazy
me I just miss you like home
I'm losing a lot of home
She's violently crazy
Four hundred miles from happy
Me I just miss you like blood here
I'm losing a lot of crazy
She's violently home
Four hundred miles from happy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
Me I just miss you like crazy
I'm four hundred miles from happy
There's violently blood here
Me I just miss you like home
Driving north to you
Four hundred miles from home
Listening to Bjork in the car
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Don’t you know I used to drum in a rock n’ roll band
Back in the day
Yeah we played the usual toilet gigs
Along the way
But we never amounted to much
And we always screwed things up
But that made me into what I am today.
Don’t you know I played guitar in a lo-fi band some years ago
Yeah we’d get drunk and stoned and se sometimes managed a show
But we never amounted to much
And we always screwed things up
But that made me into what I am today.
Don’t you know I did a couple acoustic shows on my own
Yeah they didn’t go too well and I felt like going home
Then I met with friends and we stayed and had some drinks
And the more we talked about it, it made me think
That when I drummed in that rock ‘n roll band I had a ball
And playing guitar in that lo-fi shambles I loved it all
And even those acoustic shows on my own you know they weren’t so bad
And the more I thought about it, it made me glad
That I never amounted to much
And I’m always screwing things up
Cos that’s made me into what I am today.
Yeah that’s made me into what I am today.
Yeah that’s made me into what I am today.
Yeah that’s made me into what I am today.
Yeah that’s made me into what I am today.
Don’t you know I used to drum in a rock n’ roll band
Back in the day
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This is a song for the end of the set
I wanted to write something moving and true
On the power of music
A message you’ll never forget
This is the final song
Hopefully life affirming and poignant
It might make you cry
But at least you’ll feel like you belong
I didn’t write a chorus
I didn’t want to bore us
I didn’t put in any catchy stuff
I knew you wouldn’t like that guff
This is a song for the end of the set
This is a song for the end of the show
I wanted to send you away with the feeling
Your friends and your family
Love you and want you to know
This is a song for the end of your life
Listen along on your eightieth birthday
As you play with the kids and the grandkids
And gaze at your beautiful, sexy, intelligent, passionate
Seventy-eight year old wife
I didn’t write a chorus
I didn’t want to bore us
I didn’t put in any catchy stuff
I knew you wouldn’t like that guff
This is a song for the end of the set
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Doug Johnstone Edinburgh, UK
Doug has released four solo records, as well as four albums with Northern Alliance and one as The Ossians. He's also the drummer in the Fun Lovin' Crime Writers, a band of writers, and has had thirteen novels published.
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