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Farmville? That's So Noughties!

by Nerve Centre

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Verse 1: Through my own eyes I see the world Through my own eyes I see things I never dreamed of Hard working days and sleepless nights I see it all through my own eyes Chorus: I left it all behind to see things through my own eyes Not on TV or online Never seen things like that, don't know if I can go back Now I've seen through my own eyes Verse 2: Through my own eyes I'm not alone Through my own eyes I see the mountains and winding roads Hard-working days are flying by I see it all through my own eyes
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Verse 1: These songs sound better today Thank the million times I heard them yesterday Half a world away from things I'd been fearing The sun, the road and Brummie engineering Pre-chorus: I heard them all on the 65 On every day I died a little inside If your Oasis tracks sound bored Take them up Route 34 Chorus: I've had these songs in my ears for over eighteen years And though they've always sounded great They've never sound the same again Verse 2: Pacific coast on my left hand side Riding in the Costa Rican sunshine Can't believe the sites I'm seeing are mine Thinking about the music of '95 Middle 8: In a few years time when I'm ready to die And I want to hear Oasis one last time I know I'll have that road trip in my mind February 2014 Lost where I never dreamed to be I know I'll lie there and I'll smile
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Verse one: Once upon a time Alpha three Took a little break from their trekking They found themselves a little puppy And they locked it in the toilet The puppy had a place in an old lady’s heart They said it followed them too far They took it as far as the church yard And they locked it in the toilet Chorus: The puppy needed to wet its throat It jumped to get its head in the toilet bowl The poor little puppy couldn’t get out And that poor puppy drowned Verse two: They said they thought they were doing right Someone would come to the toilet and find The poor little puppy all alone And find a way to take him home The puppy was smaller than a hiking boot Black and white and super-cute The kind of puppy to make you go “Aw” Now that poor puppy’s gone.
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Chorus: Rachel give me drugs Rachel give me drugs That’s what a medic does So Rachel give me drugs Verse one: Tramadol, tramadol I am gonna take it all Rachel give me drugs That’s what a medic does Verse two: Codeine, codeine You are all for me Rachel give me drugs That’s what a medic does Verse three: Diazepam, diazepam Can you try and calm me down Rachel give me drugs That’s what a medic does Verse four: Midazolam, midazolam Knock me out if you can Rachel give me drugs That’s what a medic does
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Verse one: I remember the good old days When you could just name a time and a place Those days are dead and gone Now it’s all about the organised fun Chorus: Ninety nine percent of the time That I’ve had fun in my life Never needed to write it down I’m happy not to be one of the crowd Verse two: I’ll meet you here at this time You bring beer, I’ll bring wine Who knows where we’ll go tonight We don’t fun to be organised Final chorus Ninety nine percent of the time That I’ve had fun in my life Never needed to write it down I’m happy not to be one of the crowd I’ll always be the one who said Organised fun can go fuck itself Why can’t I read a book instead? Organised fun can go fuck itself I wanna be alone in my own head Organised fun can go fuck itself I’d rather die alone in my bed Organised fun can go fuck itseeeeelf Organised fun can go fuck itseeeeelf Organised fun can go fuck itself Organised fun can go fuck itself Organised fun can go fuck itself Organised fun can go fuck itself Organised fun can go fuck itself to hell.
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Verse one: Let me see if I’ve got this right You want me to work doing things I like Feels like you’re shitting me Saying you want to give that much money For the privilege everyday Of doing things I can do with my eyes closed anyway It took three months working for free With the job title you needed to see Chorus: Now I’m ready to take your money I want the house, the car and holidays I know I’m a bit behind and I’ll admit it’s taken some time I finally worked out how to take your money Verse two: For seven years now I’m been aimlessly around With any job that could be found I pay my rent and bills With very little left for fun and thrills They said you can’t have any more pay ‘Cause you don’t earn enough today The way it works in these times Is if you start at the bottom, you’re not allowed climb Middle 8 I know this sounds like a simple case of greed I want you to know I completely agree You might say money won’t make you happy But I’d rather cry in a Ferrari
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Verse one: I’m looking forward to getting home Where I can hide in my man cave all alone Away from IT of three months past Computer and internet that’s actually fast I want a good strong cup of tea While I’m watching stories on TV Three months hasn’t been so long But I’m looking forward to getting home Chorus: I won’t pretend it’s not been fun But I’ve spent enough time in the sun I’ve got what I needed it’s time to go Say goodbye to the people I’ve known I’ve spent enough time in the sun Verse two: I’ll watch films until late at night I’ll only wash up if I like I’ll have all my lovely guitars I’ll spend all day with them in my arms I’ll go to watch local bands With a pint of real ale in my hand I’ll shoot zombies on my Dreamcast And see X-Men: Days of Future Past
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We’re going home We’re going home Away from Turrialba We’re going home It’s been three months and I’ve made some friends But some of you I hope I never see again We’re going home There’s no Maxi Pali There’s Don Martin There’s no Splatches or Wanky It’s been three months, but it feels like ten years ‘Cause of all I’ve seen and done while I’ve been here It’s been three months and I’ve made some friends But some of you I hope I never see again
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Verse one: Sunday night I’ll sleep in the office again What a way to spend the weekend Hope you all have a quiet night Not like the last time Chorus: This is the last thing that I can write here This is the last night time that I am gonna hear Demons on the radio with nothing to say But the demons in me have left and gone away Verse two: It’s no secret and I cannot lie I’m sure I don’t have anything to hide Know why I’m here and why I’m going again Why should I not have a better ending?
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Verse 1: Get your breakfast and clean up And get the hell on the bus Don’t care if you waste your drinking time But, don’t waste mine Chorus: I’m gonna beat you with my stick if you don’t get on the bus I’m gonna beat you with my stick if you don’t get on the bus Verse 2: Sunny days chasing the clouds away Taking Venturers to San Jose Verse 3: So get out there and clean up your filth We’re not your maids, you’re not at home, you little shits.

about

Ronan the Singer went to Costa Rica volunteering and wrote an album.

The album is released on April 17th 2015 - exactly one year from when the expedition ended.

It brings the listener through the experience of expedition, from the initial sense of happiness and escape, through the gradual frustration of the restricted environment, and finally, to the desire to get back home.

You can hear the demos he recorded on his phone for the album here: soundcloud.com/ronanfitzgerald/sets/potential-track-listing-for-a

credits

released April 17, 2015

Lead vocals and rhythm guitar by Ronan Fitzgerald
Lead guitar and backing vocals by James Foster
Bass and backing vocals by John McCaul
Drums and percussion by Jon Kelway

Recorded by Nerve Centre at Hockley Street Studios, Birmingham, UK and Ronan's house.

All tracks written by Ronan Fitzgerald, except track 8, written by Ronan Fitzgerald and Rachel Blackburn.

Track 1 includes a drum sample taken from "Rhymin and Stealin" by The Beastie Boys. Written by The Beastie Boys and Rick Rubin. Used without permission.

Track 12 includes a drum sample taken from "Listen Up" by Oasis. Written by Noel Gallagher. Used without permission.

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