Tales Of A Social Misfit

by Dave Giles

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Bangarang 03:27
I wish I was a lost boy, Hanging out with peter pan in a tree house I'd give a kiss to wendy And tinkerbell could teach me how to fly, And I'd have no cause for worries, I'd only have happy thoughts and adventures Yeah I wish I was a lost boy Cos I never never never never never never want to grow up. No I never never never never never never want to grow up.. I remember liking birthdays, Getting older is exciting when you're just a kid But now they're just reminders Of all the things I haven't yet achieved And its not that life's unpleasant, Yeah I've got so much to be thankful for, But still I cant stop thinking That I never never never never never never want to grow up.. No I never never never never never never want to grow up.. And you can't deny, That life as a child is easy No bills to pay or income woes No heartache caused by reproduction plans What happened to my fearless days I explored, I climbed, I thought was invincible What happened to those fearless days, what happened to my youth? Yeah I wish I was a lost boy Fighting stupid pirates with wooden swords I'd crow until I can't talk And we'd have loads of really epic food fights yeah life looks great in neverland Because imagination is a really great game. And it might seem like bad form, But I never never never never never never want to grow up.. No I never never never never never never want to grow up.. No I don't ever, I don't ever, I don't ever want to grow up No I don't ever, I don't ever, I don't ever want to grow up No I don't ever, I don't ever, I don't ever want to grow up No I don't ever, I don't ever, I don't ever want to grow up But i'm getting old, but i refuse to grow up, cos wheres the fun in that, there's no fun in that
2.
Hello love, how you doing? Can I buy you a drink? What's your name? Where'd you come from? Do you come here a lot? 'Cos I think you're fit and I like your style and then there's your smile. So what do ya say, how about that drink? And she said: "Leave me alone can't you see I'm busy, Yeah I'm out with my friends and you're really not my type, And what's with the hat? Are you going bald or are you just a twat" I think its time to move on. I have to admit that i'm a bit clueless when it comes to the chase, 'Cos it seems to me that girls have it easy, they choose the rules of engagement. And how do I score if i don't know what the game is Its like you're playing cricket and i'm using a pool cue. So give me a wink, a nod or a smile, 'Cos i'm sick of hearing: "Leave me alone can't you see I'm busy, Yeah I'm out with my friends and you're really not my type, And what's with the beard? Did you forget to shave or are you just a tramp?" Well I guess I'm a tramp. And all i wanted was her name
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It's a self afflicted torture Looking at your facebook page Cos you're so pretty in your picture And your newsfeed just fills me with rage But I can't help myself from having a look And I really don't know what I'm hoping to find. And its getting even worse now its on my phone but its true I'm addicted to you So it seems Im in a muddle It seems that I just can't move on And I know that this is trouble Cos Im looking at you all day long And it really is hard not to give you a poke Or comment on the things that I don't approve I hate it when you're tagged with some other bloke Cos its true I'm addicted to you And I know that in the real world I can't look you in the eye And my social inadequacies Leave me all tongue tied I text you when I've drunk too much But you never reply I must creep you out so much But I'm addicted to you So I can't escape the torture Of looking at your facebook page Can't you change your picture? Can you please stop filling me with rage? Cos I can't stop my self from having a look And I know that just by looking you'll never be mine And its clear that this will never have a happy end but its true I'm addicted to you
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It doesn't seem that long ago Since we dressed up as clowns and danced around Dublin It doesn't seem that long ago Or since those big nights out in London we'd crash at my flat and record our own brand of hip hop But it really was that long ago And now real lifes taken over So we don't see each other as much And I'm as much to blame as anyone So lets go out tonight cos I don't want to hear you say the only thing that we got have in common Is that weemans getting married And lets drink 1 cos we love it , 2 for the friends that we've lost and a shot for the old days 3 for the women, and 4 cos we don't do this enough and sing a song for the old days Lets drink to the old days There's nothing quite like Tommy in action He'll high five a girl and then tell her that he designs biscuits I've never got that to work for me And mouse is the master of the dancefloor his moves are sublime, he can sweep a girl right off their feet I don't think I'll ever get that to work me And Sméagol is a lurker And I love our little chats, And you should see him singing "angels" And panos is the pretty one but he don't mind that I wanna get the boys all out tonight I better talk it through with Smeagol And lets drink 1 cos we love it , 2 for the friends that we've lost and a shot for the old days 3 for the women, and 4 cos we don't do this enough and sing a song for the old days Lets drink to the old days So lets book some flights away, Live it up for a couple of days And pretend we're turning twenty one again. I can't wait for weemans stag do, We'll paint the town just like we used to But that's still a year away, So lets all go out this weekend, And lets drink 1 cos we love it , 2 for the friends that we've lost and a shot for the old days 3 for the women, and 4 cos we don't do this enough and sing a song for the old days Lets drink to the old days 5 for tomorrow and 6 in the bar that we love and drink to the old days 8 on the dancefloor and 9 cos I'll forgot how to count its not the first time and it won't be the last
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The phone rings And I can't wait to hear her voice It's a rare treat.. But one I know that I'll enjoy But it wasn't always like this In fact we used to talk quite a lot I used to love those drunken phonecalls, I wonder if she recalls the time she said she loved me But that was so long ago, maybe I should've listened to joe. Her name is Holly, and like the leaves on the bush she can stratch She can draw blood But still I want to taste her red berries. She used to come and watch my old band And stand right at the front Was she aware that her infectious smile And the look that she gave me with those big, beautiful brown eyes Were making me fall in love, maybe I should've listened to joe. And I've shown her, Time and time again, That I'd treat her right I've made sure that she knows Like the time she drank too much, At my aftershow party And I didn't take advantage and I cleaned up all the mess After she was sick in my bed And I didn't even moan, maybe she should listen to joe. And it frustrates me seeing how easy, She makes herself for other men But for me she makes it So damn hard but I've not blown my load and I've not given up Cos its more than sex, and these are more than words And she has the starring role in my dreams everynight And I'll make more mistakes, and she'll make many more reasons as to why she says no And maybe I'm deluded, and maybe joe was right In what world could I get this girl And then I hear her voice and I think about her smile I think about that cute laugh she does when we're close they'll be more awkward turtle moments, As I try to win her over, cos I'm not giving up No I'm never giving up, And yes I know its stupid, but I wont ever listen to joe... So if you're ever out in Bournemouth And you see a stunning blonde, With a truly infectious smile and beautiful brown eyes Be sure to ask who she is, And Holly is her name make sure you say hi from Dave
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Let me tell you about the journeys I've made today It's a funny old world, the London underground The fares have gone up but I'll pay all the same I don't care where I go the entertainment is gold Watching people on trains So I got on a train at 9am, Its full of professional types, and the odd scruffy git There's a guy who's asleep, I think he's missed his stop I've got a real strong urge to put something in his mouth I'm watching people on trains And ooooooh try not to laugh at her hair And oooooh she must feel everyone stare There's an awkward moment when someone moves Because the guy in the next seat can't have washed in a week And someone gets on and takes up the chair and the look on his face is reason I love paying my fare On the afternoon train all the tourists appear Theyre easily confused and scared of the doors There's an elderly couple eating biscuits and cheese My heart starts to smile when she wipes the crumbs from his beard I'm watching people on trains I always wonder why people watch eastenders at night Cos the reality down here is second to none Now there's a strange old man and he's heading my way Please don't talk to me, can't you see I've got my headphones on I'm watching people on trains And ooooooh is that guys laugh for real Whoaaah cos its more like a squeal And though the mornings are silent and the days too polite The evening draws in and this place comes alive Its like the world in a box and no ones left out And on nights like this you can't deny that you love paying your fare And now its getting late and I'm left to observe But all I can think is how did he pull her? She's drunk but she's fit with amazing hair He knows she'll regret it in the morning but he don't care I'm watching people on trains And a girl gets on and sits opposite me Blimey she's hot, did I just say that out loud? Now she's smiling at me what the hells going on I'm getting off in a stop so I'm gonna sing her a song I'm being watched on this train And oooo I can feel everyone stare And ooooo I really don't care Because this girl is a treat and I don't want to waste This time where she's stuck and has to look at me And its time to get off, I think I'll give her a badge And she'll add me on facebook and that's why I love paying my fare
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I'm sitting in a waiting room Waiting for the doctor to call my name, And I'm thinking of you. He checks my pulse and takes some blood, And tells me I've got a healthy heart, But this much I knew. But he can't figure out whats wrong, And these pains in my head get worse And I can't stop thinking about you. So I, I'm gonna book a gig in the town where you live, Just to sing this song to you, and it goes. Life is too short, life is too short not to tell you. Life is too short, yeah life is too short not to tell you, Not to tell you that I love you. And this won't change a thing Cos' you're a million miles away And I'm not talking about where you live And I know That I'm never gonna be that guy Who gets to listen to you brush your teeth at night. Yet still, I'm gonna book a gig in the town where you live, Just to sing this stupid song for you. And I'll keep sitting in your waiting room.

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released July 18, 2011

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