Lyrics and Art
Emergency Call
Down yer pints and come with us
To the Casino, we'll take the bus
Over the hills and far away
Or maybe we'll just stay in today
Gazing down from the fourteenth floor
There's something missing - I really want more
Drive for hours to kill the itch
Til you're veering into the ditch
So you make the emergency call
And you arrive through the emergency door
Lie down in the emergency room
And you crawl on the emergency floor
Cos tonight we're gonna run through every wall
Leave your coats and join the throng
So very tactile, we sing the same song
Ice and fire, we know the score
But still we yearn for somebody more
Staring out from the run-down pub
Boredom drinking on a Tuesday lunch
Head out west, or home to bed
To a luvverly life in yer head
So you make the emergency call
And you arrive through the emergency door
Lie down in the emergency room
And you crawl on the emergency floor
Cos tonight we're gonna run through every wall
I'm so comfortably uncomfortable
I run the rails on empty, feels like full
I hit the wall but still I stumble on
Cos nobody's gonna stop me having
Nothing at all like fun
So you make the emergency call
And you arrive through the emergency door
Lie down in the emergency room
And you crawl on the emergency floor
Cos tonight we're gonna run through every wall
Words and music by Jon Hunt 2016
top Little Black Book
Little black book
You run over me
You're wine and water
And a gateway to what I can be
Little black book
The things you tell me
You're not my daughter
You're not my ideal poetry
Five alive
Five a side
Little black book
You always tie me up
Spit from the top floor
She's a mindless explosion
Little black book
The things you sell me
Always condescending
Always one more role to be
Five alive
Five a side
You stand in front of me and you don't make a sound
Then you throw me all my vices
I'm in the corridor, I'm crawling on the ground
Yeah well that's how low the price is
And you save it all
Words and music by Jon Hunt 2016
top Doormats Of The World Unite!
HER:
Come together, all and sundry
Oh my lover, he went off me
I know his fears, but he knows my weaknesses
I don't push against the whirlpool
Just kinda freewheel on this cycle
Please just let me concentrate on something...
Doormats of the world unite! Keep it simple, not too tight
All that recourse running down, my friends on Facebook rally round
I don't believe in digging deep, prefer to dream about next week
I live my life in such denial, it's worth it just to see him smile
I slide along my sliding scale
That tells me who you are
I grip the sheets and grit my teeth
The failure's quite bizarre
The flags are flying from the roof
I'm terrified of my own truth
I dig a hole and bury all the messages my brain received last night
Trial and trauma, sparse melody
So familiar, always haunts me
I took the stand, I got a shock, my bones were full of electricity
I never said that I was careful
But I don't need another skinful
Please just let me concentrate on something...
HIM:
Doormats of the world unite! The bell's been rung - get back on site
The tunnel entrance falls on down, I aggravated some old ground
Blown too much smoke now, don't you think? -
So come on and buy me another fucking drink
Well, I ain't aggro, I ain't sin - just terrified I don't fit in
BOTH:
I slide along my sliding scale
That tells me who you are
I grip the sheets and grit my teeth
The failure's quite bizarre
The flags are flying from the roof
I'm terrified of my own truth
I dig a hole and bury all the messages my brain received last night
Words and music by Jon Hunt 2017
top Resonance
Smiles of joy and simple pleasures
Youngsters at their leisure
Days so long you wonder where they'll go
Ticker tape and tissue paper
Takeaways - we're headline makers
Watch them laugh and love and hate and grow
Sun on wood, sun on steel, sun on the half-trashed playground
The resonance, it might show up in thirty years or so
Sun on wood, sun on steel, sun on the half-formed dreamers
I fly around and wonder where they'll go
Take out all the bits that you don't wanna see
Make the most of really being free
First we thought the money would buy us what we wanted
Then we watched the sides all fall away
Cos all the games got sussed and the optimists defaulted
Oh, spare me all this nonsense for one day
Sun on wood, sun on steel, sun on the half-trashed playground
The resonance, it might show up in thirty years or so
Sun on wood, sun on steel, sun on the half-formed dreamers
I fly around and wonder where they'll go
Take out all the bits that you don't wanna see
Make the most of really being free
Words and music by Jon Hunt 2017
top Let's Pretend
I became what I pretended to be - it was effortless
And everyone forgave me, accepted and believed in me
I can fool aristocracy, I can fool the underclass
I can get you to dress like me
I don't even have to ask
I didn't know it would be this way
But now I'm here there will be hell to pay -
Let's pretend
I have played fake so well that I have now become real
So now I am simply a caricature
But I carry so much weight
I'm measured, powerful and sure
You can't decide my fate
Treadmills, planes and golfing spots
Like Pac-Man gobbling up the dots
The sirens in the scenery
They all seem dumb and mute to me
I have played fake so well that I have now become real
And now I come to you as a friend
With my arsenal of lies
Validation on the news-stands
With a blank look in my eyes
They love me cos I'm ugly
They love me cos I'm rich
They love me cos I'm dying
And they love me when I bitch
Lets pretend
I have played fake so well that I have now become real
Words and music by Jon Hunt 2014
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