I’d wake up every morning and before I’d start each day, I’d take a drag from last night’s cigarette that’s smoldered in its tray, down a little something and then be on my way. This song’s all about loving that certain special someone throughout life. Life is painful, and rough, no matter who you are. Specifically so if you’re constantly looking for meaning. Because there’s only addiction, traveling, and love to cling onto. Really, what else can Time do for you?
How else to survive reality, that is what it all boils down too. One thing is for sure, some people stay with you forever, even if not part of your life anymore, and their name’s written all over you until you ain’t alive no more. Their name’s the one you’ll never forget. Their name’s the one that’s unwillingly pierced into your brain. Cause it’s not the name that does the trick, obviously, it’s the individual who wears it.
I’ll wear it just for you, I’ve got your name written here in a rose tattoo. In a rose tattoo. Such a cliché thing. But probably that’s just it. Good songs play with symbols, in order to convey a message. And if you need a cliché for that, then that is what’ll have to do.
With pride I’ll wear it to the grave for you. Cause we’re all alone in this life. I’m over here living mine. You’re over there living yours. No one can feel your life for you. But there’s some people who make it all a little bit too bearable. Those are the few ones who understand your mind’s process, and how it inherently functions. Not a lot of people are able to understand the precise mechanics of another’s particular brain and how another perceives this world. But this person does.
This person sees you for all your values. This person knows that your behaviour says wee little ‘bout you. This person sees all your faults and messed up acts and outrageous acts of selfishness and still looks at you normally, and with curiosity and with compassion and kindness, fundamentally simply, well, I’ll just say it, loving you.
Director of Music Video: Chris Friend
That feeling when you’re off. Off to see the world. You’re all packed up and ready to go. To go see distant lands, see creatures you’ve never seen before, only heard talking of. Those places you’ve never visited before; of which you never knew their beautiful existence. And so you spread your wings and fly, open your arms, and your heart, to welcome anything that’s New in there, anything at all, as if to say “Hi, who are you? I wish I’ve met you sooner, cause you kinda light up my world”. But then, as you go out there, out into the wild, no one really notices you. Well, you know, maybe some dog does. But no actual human being notices you. Such a shame. You’d think they’d notice. I mean, look at you, you’re nice, and friendly, and courageous. Take the first man on the moon, for example, I bet they noticed him. But you’re not like him, are you? No, cause him at least they noticed. No one notices you, do they? Until … suddenly, … someone does notice you. Not only notices you, but actually sees you. And you feel your heart lighting up, you feel on top of the moon, and … and he walks away, anyway. And you don’t understand. Lordy, don’t leave me all by myself. So you pack up, and leave. Back to your old place. Where nothing is ever New. But only when you arrive awaits you something you hadn’t noticed before. They have seen you have returned. And you’re welcomed into someone’s world. And so now, mhuhahahah, now you’ve found the perfect plan. Now those strange folks must notice you.
Director of MV: StyleWar
Sweet sour. Johnny had the moves, Kelly had the groove. Marc and Marcus bled it out. Nothing to see, nothing to do, so, then, what do you do? E-xactly, you harass the nearest adult, make a little fuss, randomly smash stuff, do a little dance. In short, you turn sweet sour. Y’all the Gang in town and they know it. If only this boring lil’ stuck-up place had the cash to teach you humanity. But no. – Pick up your stitches. – Yes, for real dude. Get your shit together. Pick up a stereo. Play some breakbeats. Make Liam Gallagher look like a nobody. I know what you’ve been through, we don’t really need to talk about it. Talk? No, God no. Talking only makes stuff worse. Way worse. No, we had better shake it off on the sound of music. Do a little dance, shake a little tush. Terrorise the neighbourhood with tha Band of Skulls-Gang. Yup. Sweet sour. That’s us.
Director of MV: Ian Davenport
Let’s save some bits and coins to go hang around by ourselves. You know, like those folks in the video. A little bit o’ love. A little bit o’ car. A little bit o’ music. Do whatever we feel like doing. Not noticing any of them grown-up rules. Lady, hear me tonight, cause my feeling is just so right. Reminds you of ‘Bohemian Like You’ (The Dandy fuckin’ Warhols), doesn’t it? Or that one movie where folks just hang around, not even sure if friends, – I think it’s called ‘Go’ -, but there’s Joey from Dawson’s Creek though. Ah, the nineties. When drugs were still a thing, but not nearly such all-pervasively sedatives as they are today. Yeah. Hanging around. Just hanging. It’s like that loner from ‘Into the Wild’ – and I quote “My days were more exciting when I was penniless” -, except that he didn’t really have these two awesome people hanging around him. But yeah, … some nights everything just feels right. Like when you’re with Bonnie and Clyde. And me. And a little bit o’ car. And everything just… feels right.
Modjo’s Awesome Music Video Where Three Peeps Hang Around
Director of MV: François Nemeta