Nice to See You / Yes, I'm Only in Love With Me

Nice to See You

Yes, I'm Only in Love With Me

Do you remember all the times?
When we were young
Doing voices, acting strange, having fun

But why did we fantasize?
About dead movie stars
That little glint in their eyes, it went so far

I've been dreaming, about the years
When we were Rock and Roll
And I wonder when we all got so old
And I feel I might've missed my chance
At real life

Do you remember holding hands?
And kissing girls
To them it didn’t mean that much, to us it meant the world

So why do I now criticise?
Those who say
“Love is made for everyone, you'll have your day”

I've been dreaming, about the years
When we were Rock and Roll
And I wonder when we all sold our souls
And I feel I might have missed my chance

I've been dreaming, about the years
When we were Rock and Roll

Written by Oliver Cobbin

JH: Lead Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Programming

OC: Acoustic Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass, Piano, Organ

When We Were Rock and Roll

I just saw your face in the picture
I can't hide this feelings anymore
And all through the years
Tears upon tears
Were they wept only for you?

All of the years I have wasted
Thinking of where we first met
I wish I could write her a letter
Because hers is the name I can't forget

I felt like a fool reminiscing
About silly love in the past
But I have written words
You'll have never heard
I doubt that you would even care

All those many years later
Will she pretend we haven't met?
I wish I'd written her a letter
Because hers is the name I can't forget
Hers is the name I can’t forget
Hers is the name I can’t forget

Written by Oliver Cobbin

OC: Lead Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass, Piano, Organ, Harmonica

JH: Harmony Vocals, Programming

The Name I Can't Forget

Went down to the latest march today
Stood there, confused on what to say
I put my hands deep in my pockets
Twiddled my thumbs, yelled about rockets
Went right over my head, hurt my ears
120 decibels, whatever that means

I signed a list, and faked my name
Some punk said "well, you're to blame"
I didn't know what he meant
It's the best 4 hours I've ever spent
£300 membership, plus admin charge
Free t-shirt, might even fit one day

I pierced my eyelids, shaved my head
Declared my old-self truly dead
I don't have any time for sex
Too busy being the new Malcolm X
Got a new name, you can't pronounce it
And I won't tell you how, that's on you

Condemned by all the higher powers;
"Rebellion led by rabble rousers
Cowboy boots and unwashed dreads
Underwhelmed but overfed"
What do you want, an award?
Go back to journalism school

Now, I don't smoke and I don't gamble
All I likes to do is ramble
Rant aloud to those who'll listen
About the future in my visions
I’m Jesus Christ Mk. 2
Matthew, Luke and John as well

I began to argue with mum and dad
I called them old and they called me mad
They scoffed it off, as just a phase
Like when I liked the pogo craze
Rolled my eyes, refused to eat dinner
Threw it away, too much meat

So I learnt two chords on my uke
And wrote a song called, "Lose the Nukes"
Red beret, dad's mascara
I'm the singing son of Che Guevara
Whoever he is? I have a poster on my wall
Maybe he'll meet me one day

Stood on the stage, began to preach
My god-given right of free speech
I screamed about "having a dream"
I'm a genius or so it would seem
The cops didn't get it, cuffed me tight
Put me in a cell, no Wi-Fi

Bitcoin can't be used as bail
So they threw me straight into jail
Days are long, the guards are cruel
Laughed when I asked for vegan grool
We'll see who's laughing in the end
I'm gonna be a free man, they'll pay

Decided to start a hunger strike
Demonstrating wrong from right
It lasted almost 3 whole hours
That's nothing compared to prison showers;
6/10 for cleanliness, lukewarm water
Limited space and off-brand conditioner

Inspired by all my prison troubles
Wrote a poem, called it "My Struggle"
Read it out for all the guards
And they called me "The Fascist Bard"
I got angry, rattled my cage
Drafted a tweet for later

They put my words up on a banner
I corrected them on their grammar
I don't wanna be too specific
My name is half hieroglyphics
Couple of numbers too
Symbols I made myself

So they stuck me on the News at 9
For 7 minutes, I unleashed my mind
Spoke all about my 2 cents
They asked my name and I took offence
Pulled my wire, dropped the mic
Cursed the host, I won't be back

I stood outside and yelled insults
"New World Order, The Lizard Cult!"
Compared it to being locked in the cell
On the news, they called me "InFidel"
I didn't get it, is that a pun?
Not funny to me,

It didn't go down too well
The other members gave me hell
Threw me out of their party
And branded me dodeca-darpsies
Whatever that means, sounds funny
I don't know, probably Latin

So I sold my soul, bought me a gun
To stop all of them having fun
They shot at me, I fell to the ground
My dying words were quite profound
Some old quote, from a man called Karl or Mark?
I don't know, I never read the whole book

It was nothing but a crazy scheme, a nightmare or so it seems
Real life and dreams had blended, when I awoke, I was still offended

Written by Oliver Cobbin

OC: Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Talkin' Protester Blues

I don't want to hear no songs
About your baby's pickup truck
I don't believe in your southern charm
I don't want to know the names
Of all the chickens that you plucked
I don't care for your daddy's farm

Oh, but I, want my heart broken in two
So I tried to write a country song
But this will have to do

I don't want any songs
About the "good ol' USA"
I can't relate to your nasal twang
l won't always get behind
All the words you say
I guess I'll never understand

Oh, but I, want 3 chords that are true
So I tried to write a better song
For now, this will do

Oh, and I, want a different point of view
So I'll try to write a country song
And this will have to do

I don't wanna spoil the fun
With tired old melodies
I'll never be a well-travelled man
But if you truly believe
In your dreams of Tennessee
I will try and do the best that I can

Oh, and I, want to get on board with you
So I tried to write a country song
And this will have to do

Written by Oliver Cobbin

OC: Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Bass, Dulcimer

JH: Harmony Vocals, Banjo, Percussion

I Tried to Write a Country Song (But This Will Have to Do)

Opportunity and English pleasantries
They all pass me by
I know you’ll hate me, just for being me
But I wanna be in Tennessee

I dream of Tennessee
Me and Nashville are like
George and Tammy
Nudie suits and knee-high boots
In my dreams of Tennessee

I’m proud to be, with no uncertainty
The first homo hillbilly
A shotgun wedding and honky-tonk bedding
You’ll learn to love me Tennessee

I dream of Tennessee
Chick-fil-a and the Grand Ol' Opry
I wanna wrap my arms around Waylon and Willie
And fool around with shakin’ Jerry Lee

I dream of Tennessee
Me and Nashville are like
George and Tammy
You be my dollar bill and I’ll be your whippoorwill
I can’t fly, I just cry for Tennessee

Written by Joss Hollingworth

JH: Lead Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Percussion, Programming

OC: 12 String Guitar, Mandolin, Dulcimer

Tennessee Song

Well, I don't change my mind too often
I speak the truth and in facts
Could my opinion ever soften?
We'll have to see about that

Friends, they come and go so freely
And I don't think about the end
This one friend, well he shot me in the back
But all in all, I pity the coward, Jack

She was weeping when I saw her
Far adrift in a dream
Although I knew that he adored her
Hope was lost or so it seemed

One by one, they all ran away
And I was nothing but a friend
And then he went and he shot me in the back
But all in all, I pity the coward, Jack

Life is made up of bad memories
And lots of blurred photographs
All the quotes that you've misheard
Do you remember all the laughs?

Well, I'm not bitter, I just pity the coward, Jack
But I wonder, does he pity me back?

Written by Oliver Cobbin

OC: Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar

JH: Harmony Vocals, Piano, Organ, String Arrangement, Programming

I Pity the Coward, Jack

I saw him standing in the corner
His face was curiously drawn
Scratching words into a black book
"We're bored as soon as we're born"

I saw him looking like a lost soul
His gaze fixated on the prize
Wishing hate on all the poseurs
Pulling wings off all the flies

And when I saw this darkness in the glimmer
Shimmering like a burning rose
He asked, "do you think you know me?"
I shrugged, and said "I suppose"

He saw me sulking by the streetlamp
A shadow mimicking a man
My dreams becoming ever-darker
And no one could ever understand

He saw me, crying by the bayou
My thoughts, a puzzling mystery
Clipped wings, punishing the weak ones
Well, at least the flies are free

And when I saw this glimmer in the darkness
Shivering like a burning rose
I asked "do you think you know me?"
He shrugged, and said "I suppose"

I saw him standing on the corner
His face was twisted by his scorn
I spoke but he simply ignored me
A tie forever to be torn

I saw him look into the water
His eyes fixated on the stream
And as his life slowly flowed past him
He awoke from this tragedy

And when I saw his life fall to pieces
His mind mangled by the dark
They asked me, "did you know him well, son?"
And I said, "no, I didn't know him at all"

He saw me, skulking by the river
A boy merely lost inside
It was no dream, but a cheap imitation
And I could no longer lie

He saw me, thinking ever-deeper
"Well, what's my life going to be?"
Is this all, nothing but a big joke?
I shuddered oh so nervously

And they sneered as if I was so puzzling
From the very second I was born
Well, it's time to start afresh, boy
But they'll never know him at all

Written by Oliver Cobbin

JH: Lead Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Piano, Organ, String Arrangement, Programming

OC: Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Electric Guitar

Did You Know Him at All?

My Phone is Full of George Jones
And yours is the metal machine
It’s the rumble and clatter of that crazy mad hatter
Who washed me down and made me clean

I thought love had said before I went to bed
“I left you just one in your heart”
But now he’s long gone, he won’t pick up the phone
But he’s given you a brand new start

If I loved the first time, if love tears down your mind
Then count me out of your plan
But the feeling has changed
It don’t feel so strange
Now that I’ve got my man

I thought love had said before I went to bed
“I left you just one in your heart”
But now he’s long gone, he won’t pick up the phone
But he’s given you a brand new start

My Phone is Full of George Jones
And yours is the metal machine
And life now is still, but I know that you will
Keep me happy with how things have been

Written by Joss Hollingworth

JH: Lead Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, String Arrangement, Programming

OC: Electric Guitar

Rumble & Clatter

My Phone is Full of George Jones

The Doubtfires are a duo from Nottingham, made up of Oliver Cobbin and Joss Hollingworth. We both play a variety of instruments, and self-produce all of our own music.

We've known each other since the age of 8 and have grown up playing music together. We've recorded songs here and there over the years but it wasn't until 2020 that we actually attempted a full album