Guitar Man

Holding It Together

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The Sum Of A Billion Years

When this is all over send me nudes
I’d like to see your bum please
I’d like to see your boobs
When everything’s blown over and there’s time
If you ask me nicely
I might even show you mine
Lift up your dress
Pull down your tights
Make sure the lighting is just right
Be careful that I can’t see your face
Cos these are the strangest of days
And though I seem OK
Who knows what’ll happen at the end of the day?
I say I’ll delete them
But you’ll never know
Cos at the end of the day
I’m just a bloke on your phone
And when this is all over you’ll feel weird
But you know what people say
Don’t trust strange men with beards

Ian Freud - When This Is All Over (Send Me Nudes)

Last Way Home

Vain

Who Knows

They brought the Olympic torch through here
Through Brighouse if you please!
For Coca-fucking-Cola
A state-sponsored jamboree
They say the Queen's been on her throne since 1923
And we're supposed to lap it up and clap her on TV

But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we’ll always be this way
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais

They've opened up another branch of Starbucks here I see
With £2.80 flapjacks and fancy foreign teas
They say that everything's Fair Trade - but that means nowt to me
There's nowt that's fair that I can see in a three quid cup of tea

'Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London and 6 light years from Calais

Where has tha bin sin I saw thee?
Smoking fags, eating pies and watching Sky TV

But we are The North and we haven't gone away
From the top of Blackpool Tower to the shores of Cayton Bay
Yes we are the North and we refuse to go away
We're 200 miles from London, and 6 light years from Calais

Cos we are The North and The North we’ll always be
From the opening of Look North to the fag-end of Tyne Tees
Yes we are the North and we haven't gone away
We're 200 miles from London
800 miles from Paris
2000 miles from Berlin
Fuck knows how far from New York
And 25 years from today

We Are The North

We were so busy being happy 
We didn’t notice we were sad
Oh well. I guess it’s just too bad.
We were so happy to be young
We didn’t notice we got old
Is it just me, or is it getting cold?
Did someone turn the light off?
Or is it closing time?
We were so busy playing rich
We never noticed we were poor
All to keep up with the Jones next door
We were too busy making friends
To realise we were alone
And living a lie, through the screen of a phone
Would someone turn the light off,
Now it’s closing time
Time tells the truth and never lies
We’re all marking time till closing time
Is there any point in going on
If everything you do and everything you knew is wrong
We were all caught up in the future
We didn’t notice that the past
Had caught up to us, and+ nothing can last
We were so busy painting rainbows
That we didn’t notice when the sky
Broke into two and started to cry
Would someone turn the light off?
I think it’s closing time
It’s closing time
Isn’t it time that you found out what makes a man

Ian Freud - Closing Time (Radio Edit)

You said you wanted more than the girl next door
Now you’re kneeling down on a bathroom floor
Holes in your tights and your knees are all bloody
And your throat is sore don’t you miss your mummy?
It doesn’t really matter who walks through the door
They’re gonna find out you’re not a girl any more
You’re not a girl any more

The lights are so much brighter and your dress is so much tighter
You’re a one stop girl - not a lover you’re a fighter
You’re in too deep and you're only getting deeper
But it just goes to show you’re not a girl any more
You’re not a girl any more

What would your mummy say
What will your daddy say
It doesn’t really matter cos I’m gonna have you anyway

T.R.O.U.B.L.E
That’s what you look like to me
T.R.O.U.B.L.E
That’s what you look like to me

Trouble

I don't have enough space left on my Ian Freud account. Or in my trousers, come to think of it

We Are The North

Ian Freud

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