Lyrics and Art

I Wanna Spend My Summer With A Rich Girl

I need a new lease of life to counteract the effects of British winters on mental health
I wanna meet a rich girl who's full of sunshine and light - who's got the dosh but not up herself
In her big, big garden listening to the planes and bees, this is English summer:
For once not getting caught on my knees

We'll drive down to the house that she's got by the bay of her very own estuary
Wake up breathing sea air instead of piss and decay, and the life that I normally lead
All those bars in London - they're such a soul destroying sham, I just can't wear the blinkers
And that's why I want to be your man...

I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
But if I ever get too much, wrap me up and send me home, yeah

Watching the sun as it sets we're feeling real and alive, with a promise there's something here
I've compromised for too long, and as we walk up the drive I almost feel I have lost the fear
When feelings strip you naked with simple smile-defining things, you just don't have to fake it
Or maybe that's just what money brings...

I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
But if I ever get too much, wrap me up and send me home, yeah

Of course it all has to end, because I'm not of her breed, no - I'm only a novelty
And so the vibes in our minds, they make us fail or succeed when we break for the boundary
But I'll still have the memories - A place where my mind can relax, however short it seemed
Just drop me right here beside the tracks...

I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
I wanna spend my summer with a rich girl
But if I ever get too much, throw me back into the gene pool...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2004

Something Different

Kerry wants her life to be a weepie
Just like those old black and white films of yesterday
Her guy, he's such a romeo - a blank sheet stained with crimson
They spend their cash on roses, durex, peanuts and champagne

But darlin' what do we do?

Lisa wants her life to be a thriller
Dangerous and buzzing, makes her gasp lots on the way
Her guys are all so big and life, yet standard factory issue
She showers her silver on us, how we love to light her way

But darlin' what do we do?...

Entwined, yet stuck inside a hole
It's in our eyes - intolerant and blank, out of control
We criticize as boredom and restraint they take their toll
So we're denied romantic thoughts or more dangerous things
And unsurprised how when one screams the other one sings
We feed our lies with bits of smoke and fake telephone rings
I only wish now darlin' that we'd tried something different

Donna wants her life to be a nightmare
Knives behind the shower curtain, feedback in her brain
Her guy's just called a raincheck on redemption and rebellion
He wants her straightways down the middle just like symmetrical rain

But darlin' what do we do?...

I was looking for some kind of redemption, girl - well I got it now

Words and music by Jon Hunt 1996/2004

In Ascension

Five years ago I promised you a song
Five years ago I could do no wrong
Now I'm older and I've let myself go
There's something that I think I have to let you know...

You're a star, you're a star and you're in ascension
You're a grade that my schooling failed to mention
You got power in your eyes and a laugh from heaven
But you also got one from hell
And I love it and it's just as well

I'm sorry I was cold, I'm sorry I was hot
But I'll be here for you for just as long as I've got
This song ain't a message - hope you understand
It's just a kiss on the cheek and a shake of your hand...

This song is a compliment
This song is a bunch of flowers
This song's an apology...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2005

Making Tea Is Freedom

i) Alfie

Alfie's on, I'm watching Michael Caine
He's looking at the camera and his words tug at my brain
"If you ain't got peace of mind, then you got nothing"
So isolate yourself because attatchment causes pain

"Dig your nails in", "Let the drinking begin"
All these flashbacks seem so fucking banal now
Lots of trees and affluence, morning sun on ancient stonework
So tired of not quite understanding the magic

So I'm gonna climb into my bed, you know
I'm gonna delve inside my head to show me all
That sweet contentment that I cannot find
In any of my waking life

The questions on which we're wasting our lives
Monogamy and discipline and beer and fags and wine
Drugs and grease and lust and making good
The fog it stays around us, I say fuck it - so it should

Because I'm gonna climb into my bed, you know
I'm gonna delve inside my head to show me all
That sweet contentment that I just can't find
In any of my waking life

We only need one day of feeling
Or is this not what you are seeing?

I want to run across the rooftops holding hands with you...

ii) Making Tea Is Freedom

Now I've the sun inside my stomach
And watching your reflection of my smile
Listening to the rain against the window
And not having to stretch the extra mile

Joy and contentment reflected in our faces
We're happy sitting watching crap TV
Making tea is freedom when I'm doing it for her
The freedom that I knew belonged to me

Cos the gift of her smile is a miracle...
It turns all of the bullshit into truth
Content with cosmetic freedoms
And no unhealthy obsessions

Like road-works emerging in the distance
I'm finally presented with the proof

iii) Survival's As Natural As Sorrow

If I was like that, you wouldn't want me anyway
But I'm not saying that there's nothing good in our eyes
Bad, blank and black, once reality takes hold
Mutual euphoria is a thing that isn't sold

My words are caustic after a drink or two
Thirsty with boredom of a life without somebody new
The smoke rises quickly, and the circles don't fit me
I'm running away
Into morning sun and afternoon grey

iv) Afternoon Grey (instrumental)

v) Me (instrumental)

vi) Windswept

So hands up for the man who takes control and pulls the rug
I ain't ashamed to tell you that the wind's become my drug
Cos anything that's on the breeze that can't be seen,
it means the world to me

The lights they may dim slightly, but the fire will never die
There'll always be that lover in the corner of my eye
There's something else to be sometimes,
and I can't stand around as it blows by...

You scrape off all the layers, and then you find that life's the same
From drinking on the balcony to bus stops in the rain
So I'll toast imagination
And drink to all the colours in my brain......

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2002-2006

Staring Out At The Rain

There's a big, big shadow in the sky where I let you leave me
There's a hidden memory in my eye that I can't let go
There's a road that leads us backwards, but you won't believe me
I wanna swing by all those places that I used to love and know

Someone keeps laughing at me
I used to think that things were so simple
Something keeps pecking at me
'Reminds me of all this pointless drivel...

Chin up baby you're ok you know
You've got friends and some places to go
You got a got a good body and you got a good brain
So why you staring out at the rain?

There's a big, big puddle and it's full of oil and rainbows
There's a public footpath and it's segregating the estate
There's a hidden message which appears every time the wind blows
I wanna sing a song of boredom cos it seems I've nothing left to hate

Someone keeps laughing at me
I can't tell if it's dark or romantic
Something keeps pecking at me
'Reminds me of all of the things I've promised...

Chin up baby you're ok you know
You've got friends and some places to go
You got a got a good body and you got a good brain
So why you staring out at the rain?

If I grab the hammer and smash the glass
Will it destroy my imagination?
Pull the cord and stop the train
Does it mean I will see clearly again?...

Why you staring out at the rain?

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2005

London Lament

Sauntered out of college straight into uni
Did your partying, came out with a 2:1
Plunged yourself into a well-respected workplace
Began to realize that you are a no-one

White teeth, pure bred, permanently objectionable
Chatting about Kylie and Belgian beer
Love a bit of Charlie to make yourself sociable
Cos outside your cliques you're paralyzed with fear

And I don't know why I know your poncy restaurants
Yeah I don't know why I know your poncy bars
It's just try and try, I just cannot escape them
This is a lament for this great city of ours...

I'm a music journalist, I'm a Soho square
I'm an art post-graduate, I got purple hair
Been nowhere, done nothing, I got no idea
Never talk to strangers - fear of being abused
My head is full of drivel like my Daddy's views
I am so nondescript that I'll make you vomit

Strutting around in your vintage clothes
You make the Guardian supplement your bible
Your views are someone else's, cos you've experienced nothing
You think you're intellectual, you're just vile

You acost me in the street with your bib and your clipboard
"Five pounds a month goes a long, long way"
While spewing out the standard corporate liberal bullshit
You're thinking 'bout your next skiing holiday...

As the cancer grows as you get much older
Filthy tube commuting with your new-found clones
Your life revolves around grabbling 'Metro' every morning
Withering sarcasm, ciabatta and mobile phones

And I don't know why I care about what you do
Yeah, I don't know why I really hate your guts
It's just try and try I just cannot escape you
This is a lament, you worthless, pompous sluts...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2003

It All Means Nothing

I wanna be noticed
I wanna be top of my mundane cycle
If I can't be nothing worthwhile

I wanna be a billboard
Night-time neon screaming down
So I insulate myself
I insulate myself and become a clown

My god I need a fix
Paste your ears onto my lips
Get here quick
Have some of this before you realize I'm making you sick

Cos what is so, so little can be hyped to be so big
With the right sort of subscribers
You can have my soul - it's a real top lig
We'll ignore any social dividers

Believing in our lives
We all need something to hold on to
Or we'll be outcast
Into the heavy air that sticks like glue

And though it is natural
This primal need to be valued
And obtain more POWER
Outside your circle it means jack to nobody else
And don't think you matter
Cos the world will keep turning
Go on, shout your mouth 'bout your so-called fame
But be careful cos your face is burning

/Targets you've met
/Gigs that you've seen
/Lives you've destroyed
/Covers you're on

/Years that you've worked
/Cars that you own
/Gear that you've smoke
/Coffee you've drunk

/Fear you've instilled
/Money you've saved
/Pints in a night
/Favours you've scrounged

/Creatures you've killed
/Bets that you've placed
/Mileage you've done
/Pills in a weekend

/Papers you're in
/Arrests that you've made
/Phones that you've lost
/Countries you've been to

/Times that you've failed
/Cattle you've shot
/Shags in a week
/ Laws that you've pushed through

/Parties you've thrown
/Trains that you've pieced
/People you've robbed
/Miles that you've driven

/Workers you've sacked
/Games that you showed
/Stars that you know
/Minds that you've messed with

/Time in the nick
/Units you've sold
/Babies you've had
/Hearts you have broken

/Venues you've played
/Friends that you've got
/Distance you've run
/Quotes you've had printed

/Money you've spent
/Fights that you've won
/Windows you've scratched
/Weddings attended

/Minds that you've changed
/Fags that you've smoked
/Hours you've put in
/Weaklings you've conned...

IN MY WORLD YOU ARE NOTHING

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2002

Collapse

Through lies we won't become one and the same
Through drugs we won't become one and the same
Through sides we don't become one and the same
But sometimes we get closer for a while...

The little things that I love about you
Are things that you don't even know you do
They mean so much to me
They mean nothing to you
So it all collapses, all falls down

Past houses, cities, farms and industry
Romance, longing, moving endlessly
I thought I had enough guts to let go
But now I cascade down like a wall of dislodged snow

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2006

Something's Happening Here

I've seen the road, girl, and it's smacked me in the face
I've seen the road, girl...

Standing at the factory gates
Waiting for the minibus
Heads are glowing in the crowd
Something's happening here
Sun is bright and rain looks green
What the hell's happening to us?
Turn around to check the clock
And then you disappear...

Through the dust and the rain and the sky
I don't know why you're running
You just leave without saying goodbye
And I don't know why you're running...

Lying on my back again
Staring up into the night
Smell of earth and fallen leaves
Something's happening here
Thought that I just saw your face
Beamed through from a satellite
Suddenly starts pissing down
And then you disappear...

I've seen the road, girl, and it's smacked me in the face
I've seen the road, girl...
I've seen the road, girl, and it's still my favourite place
I love the road girl...

Words and music by Jon Hunt 2004

Still Excited

The morning sun is drenching me again
The planes are leaving trails across the sky
The future drags my head back from the past
And the times I thought I had to wonder why

I want you to know I'm still excited
I want you to know I'm still excited
Whatever I say I'm still excited
I'm just saving all my passion for the break
That comes when you are here

I'm walking 'cross the park and playing fields
My feelings have now broken cover
If you don't understand the things I say
Then we're of no use to one another

But I want you to know that I'm still excited
I want you to know I'm still excited
However I look I'm still excited
I'm just saving all my passion for the break
That comes when you are here

I'm just saving all my passion

Words and Music by Jon Hunt 2006