Somebody told me you're a junkie now
And that you've always been a junkie
Man, I never would've guessed that
I used to sit around and wonder how
People fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath
And it's all peace, love and harmony
To politics as celebrity
Second nature to the youth scene
It's a must see
Understand, it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
I bought your record out on Cherry Red
It wasn't good, oh, it was great
I believed it was the next step
Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead
He's just busy counting coppers
Man, it makes me see red
And it's all part of a balance act
You don't deserve all the love you have
It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy
Understand, it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
Understand, it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
I've been boxing a match for one
Seven days in the Berlin sun
All kinds of money and too much fun, I've been running
Around Wandsworth town in a circle game
Double fists and a single shame
Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London
And she cries
I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
If I thought for a moment you would leave me with my big dreams
Slightly out of reach
Techno on the beach
I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts
You have to give it up and try
The future you deny
Underneath it all there's a motive to the force
Understand, it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
Understand, it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
And that you've always been a junkie
Man, I never would've guessed that
I used to sit around and wonder how
People fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath
To politics as celebrity
Second nature to the youth scene
It's a must see
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
It wasn't good, oh, it was great
I believed it was the next step
Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead
He's just busy counting coppers
Man, it makes me see red
You don't deserve all the love you have
It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
Seven days in the Berlin sun
All kinds of money and too much fun, I've been running
Around Wandsworth town in a circle game
Double fists and a single shame
Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London
And she cries
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've slashed my parents' trust
If I thought for a moment you would leave me with my big dreams
Techno on the beach
I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts
You have to give it up and try
The future you deny
Underneath it all there's a motive to the force
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song, second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You make a mess but baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man, it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
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i can't believe no one has commented. this is a really good song.
anyway, i have absolutely no idea what this is about. help?
ok - i think this is about someone who is a rebel, and wants to be really independent and everything, but doesn't recognize all the beauty in life
"You don't deserve all the love you have It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy"
I love this song! There are few corrections, though:
To me this song is about a musician that the narrator really likes and respects. ("I bought your record out on cherry red" - Cherry Red is a record label. They release some Voxtrot-ish indie-pop or twee stuff every now and then, so that may or may not be what he is talking about. My guess would be it's Momus, who is signed with Cherry Red and notoriously wrote an album of songs about people or groups who paid him $1000 a piece to write a song about them, hence the "He's just busy counting coppers")
Then he starts to hear rumors about him, that he does drugs ("Somebody told me you're a junkie now"), and is just in it for the money ("He's just busy counting coppers"). Some of the lyrics sound like being on tour with the guy (being in Berlin and London, running around town, etc).
In the end, the line "Underneath it all there's a motive to the voice" basicly sums up his feelings for the musician.
First of all, I think the line is
"I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts," not "I bet you ever seen my million dollar shirt"
I think this line also makes better sense with the song's meaning. I agree that it appears to be about his disillustionment with an artist he once admired. In fact, I remember reading something to this effect in a magazine recently. The line "I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts" seemed to me to illustrate that he had come to see the artist he admired as a spoiled diva, another aspect of his disappointment in the artist.
I love this song, one of my favorite Voxtrot songs. One correction:
I'm gonna chime in with a few of my corrections, I think.
"People fall into a trap just to stumble like the fourth time" may be "people fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath "
"And it's all a peice of a harmony To fall Texas servity" to "and it's all peace love and harmony to politics and celebrity " and "Seven days in the Berlin sun" is "seven days in the burning sun "
I think the rest have ben mentioned.
isn't it "underneath it all there's a motive to the force" instead of "voice"?
This song reminds me of the time I dated a junkie behind my parents' back. I mean, almost exactly. Amazing song.
Okay, here are the full corrected lyrics. I still hear Berlin, not burning, but both are represented.
Somebody told me you're a junkie now And that you've always been a junkie Man, I never would've guessed that
I used to sit around and wonder how People fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath
And it's all peace, love, and harmony To politics and celebrity Second nature to the youth scene It's a must see
Understand it's a curse You've got trouble in your blood Write a song, second verse Underneath it there's a love Recognize the things you do You make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
I bought your record out on Cherry Red It wasn't good, well, it was great I believed it was the next step Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead He's just busy counting coppers Man, it makes me see red
And it's all a part of the balance that You don't deserve all the love you have It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy
Understand it's a curse You've got trouble in your blood Write a song, second verse Underneath it there's a love Recognize the things you do You make a mess but baby, you know who
Understand it's a curse You've got trouble in your blood Write a song, second verse Underneath it there's a love Recognize the things you do You make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed of this town
I've been boxing a match for one Seven days in the Berlin [burning?] sun All kinds of money and too much time I've been running Around once with town in a circle game Double fists and a single shame Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London She cries
I never would've done it I never would've lied I never would've done it I never would've slashed my parents' trust I never would've slashed my parents' trust
I never would've done it I never would've lied I never would've done it I never would've slashed my parents' trust I never would've slashed my parents' trust If I thought for a moment you would leave me With my big dreams
Slightly out of reach Techno on the beach I bet you made a scene in your million dollar shorts You have to give it up and try The future you deny Underneath it all there's a motive to the force
Understand it's a curse You've got trouble in your blood Write a song, second verse Underneath it there's a love Recognize the things you do You make a mess but baby, you know who
Understand it's a curse You've got trouble in your blood Write a song, second verse Underneath it there's a love Recognize the things you do You make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed of this town