Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He’d wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self
We’d talk of treasures, and over-rated games
We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced he’d never win. Convinced he was a sin.
We’d speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We’d turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin’ at the shop, while this young boy was sittin’ all alone,
Sittin’ all alone
We’d talk of treasures and overrated games
We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin’ all alone
He couldn’t find none of his own kind, he didn’t have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and time
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He’d wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self
We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced he’d never win. Convinced he was a sin.
We’d turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin’ at the shop, while this young boy was sittin’ all alone,
Sittin’ all alone
We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin’ all alone
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and time
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone
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"Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on. "
Shouldn't "which isn't the wisest way to go" be in the middle there?
this is amazing live
one of my favourite view songs
i think this is just about the members of the band growing up, not having much money but enjoying the simple things & making their own fun then looking at another boy, maybe from a family with money (having piano lessons) but missing out an all the proper experiances of growing up
a simple great song!
The Don's written about a friend of the band, Marco. He's got an Italian surname, hence The Don!
he dusnt just have an italian surname. he is italian. hes apparently a total legend.
Cracking song...sums up Scottish life.
He is a legend! So kind n that! He is so kind Kieran says... "It's about a guy called Marco who is one of our best mates from Dryburgh. He's Italian, that's why we call himThe Don. But he's the nicest, shyest guy in the world. He was on the dole but still signed up to give Oxfam a fiver a week. When he couldn't afford it the bank charged him £400 in back payments. That's what he got for trying to be so nice."
=] x
this is their best song yet, i think, and i love the way its, like, normal, like average growing up but theyve done it in a really cool way because it actually IS interesting - and loads of people can relate to this song. By the way, half the lyrics are missing...
"He couldn�t find none of his own kind, he didn�t have none of his own kind"
I am sometimes like this: (