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"Genre" Is French For "Narrow​-​minded"

by Nerve Centre

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1.
Verse 1: Of course we'll stay friends As every break-up says But it's not fair To who we want to lay next To still hang around with your ex It's a bit strange Chorus: My psycho ex-girlfriend Can't tell when the end id the end Can't leave well enough alone Can't just let us both move on Verse 2: Since up, we did break All my friends have to say Is they never liked you anyway Just want to give you back Your things and fade quickly to black Why could you not do that? Middle 8: Three messages went ignored Why did you have to send one more? What did you think you'd have to gain? I just want to be left alone
2.
Room 9 02:55
Verse 1: Punched a whole in the wall. Took a kick in the teeth. The ground swallows you up As you slip underneath Bridge: Do you want the same time The same place, next week? Do you want the same time The same place, next week? Chorus: Why don't you paint my dirty walls with your feet? Why don't you paint my dirty walls with your feet? Why don't you paint my dirty walls with your feet? Why don't you paint my dirty walls with your feet? Verse 2: The sofa is torn And the carpets are worn The piano is dead This is what the man said
3.
Verse 1: On the steps of Il Duomo at 3am She said "Am I gonna see you ever again?" On that Florentine night I Said I'd like to try Now I won't sleep til'... We kissed and said our goodnights Then emails turned into Skype Now I don't sleep at night 'Cause I have to find Out how her day was And making plans for How we can meet next Where and when and all the rest Chorus: Of all the things I couldn't predict I hate the Atlantic It comes betweens you and me Of all the things I'd never predict I hate the Atlantic With all of its fishes and sea
4.
Number 4 03:32
Verse 1: Got a brand new groove to ride on, The sharks are on their way You're tearing down the road we live on But every dog has his day Give me a dream in purple A long lost airplane ride Looking out across a sea of people I can't see nowhere to hide Chorus: But we'll never get there No matter how hard we try My feet they ache from walking Down the back roads of your life Verse 2: I can see the sun is setting The silence knows no bounds But there is something you're forgetting You've got your head in the clouds Final chorus: But we'll never get there No matter how hard we try My feet they ache from walking Down the back roads of your life But I know we'll get there And then we'll learn to fly My mouth is aches from talking You down from the sky
5.
Verse 1: Never felt like this before It's all new to me Never felt like this before It's strange as strange could be Babe you shot me down Here I am in front of you You thought that was the end of me What more can you do Chorus: Ian Malcolm Ian Malcolm Ian Malcolm Verse 2: You proudly say Yours is bigger than ours It's Saturday night Let's not take them out Slow down, slow down You're crying over me I'm the one thing I could never be
6.
Dinosaurs 03:54
Verse 1: You can count my fingers one at a time Don't worry about me, things always turn out fine Woah oh, woah oh Been coming for a while now it's at a head Let's count our lucky stars that none of us is dead Woah oh, woah oh Can't believe it's taken so long For me to get my shit and just get gone Woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, woah oh oh Chorus: And you can count your lucky stars You can count your lucky stars Verse 2: You can count my fingers one at a time Don't worry about me, things always turn out fine Woah oh, woah oh Been coming for a while now it's at a head Let's count our lucky stars that none of us is dead Woah oh, woah oh
7.
Verse 1: If your name is Ryan, you drink If you click, you drink If you’re wearing glasses, you drink If you’re wearing a long coat you drink Chorus: These are the rules of The Jager Game These are the rules of The Jager Game These are the rule, though they never stay the same These are the rules of The Jager Game Verse 2: If you’re sat next to Richard, you drink If it’s in your left hand, you drink If you say you’re fine, you drink If it’s 3am, you drink
8.
Verse 1: Jon likes to Tumbl, he tells us every week But he also tells us, he hasn’t need it in year He reckons it has got, everything a man could need Whether it’s vanilla, or something really weird Chorus: Jon likes to Tumbl Jon like likes to Tumbl Tumbling late into the night We hope he does not go blind Verse 2: Jon insists it’s the best, But sometimes he needs a rest He doesn’t want blisters on his fingers He doesn’t want to look at mingers
9.
Missing 02:46
Verse 1: James, where are you now? It's always the same Where are you now? Verse 2: James, where are you now? It's becoming a pain Where are you now?
10.
Verse 1: Where is John? Where is John? The bassist who never comes To practice on time Chorus: Is he at the cash machine Or on the lavatory? Where is John? Verse 2: We went to the pub We went to the pub When John didn't come To practice at all
11.
Verse 1: Spent years watching you When I grew up I wanted to do what you do You were the stars on the tv screen You were the top of the music scene I bought your songs on tape cassettes I watched your gigs on vhs I had your posters on my wall I didn't know you were headed for a fall Chorus: You have fallen from grace So wipe that smirk off your face It'll be no disgrace But you won't find a new hiding place Verse 2: They say you shouldn’t meet those you idolise There are things you didn’t realise They may not turn out to be what they seemed When you watched them on your tv screen Some stars were meant to fall When they put themselves above it all After all they’re just like you and me They’re not the gods we make them out to be

about

This is Nerve Centre's eighth album!

It's a typical Nerve Centre hodge-podge mess of an album and probably the most "band" album yet:

• Ronan The Singer solely wrote only two tracks
• John The Bassist sings two tracks
• Ronan The Singer and James The Guitarist played bass on some tracks

Some of the tracks have stories about their writing in their descriptions. They might be worth a read.

credits

released December 13, 2015

Vocals, guitars and bass: Ronan Fitzgerald, James Foster and John McCaul
Drums and percussion: Jon Kelway

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

All songs written by Ronan Fitzgerald, James Foster, John McCaul and Jon Kelway

See individual tracks for specific credits

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Nerve Centre is a grunge pop band from Birmingham, UK.

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