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Friday, I leave site and head home on a sticky bus to wash the dust off in the shower. People are fanning themselves with magazines and staring out the window, at the bright sun light hitting pavements, trees and car windscreens.

It’s a leaving do for one of the lads, so at home I spray myself with aftershave and put a shirt on. A girl I know from school is having a party later on as well, and we’ve been texting recently. I think she’s probably just a friend for now, but it’s summer, and I’m single, and to some extent, all bets are off.

Well all the boys are at a pub in Spitalfields, and Shoreditch is buzzing. We drink Heineken and talk about shagging. Girls walk past wearing summer dresses, and we laugh at videos on each other’s phones. After some arm wrestling, we go to sing karaoke at a place in Farringdon, but we’re all pissed up, and we end up smashing glasses everywhere, spilling tequila on ourselves and taking off our trousers. It’s all good fun when the blood is up, and we all sing Angels by Robbie Williams with as much passion as possible before our hour is up and we all get kicked out by the bouncers.

But outside there’s a fight between two of the boys who split a gram – they grab each other by the throats and shove each other against the railings. Of course we all try not to take sides, and eventually we break it up, But neither of them will back down and suddenly we’re all divided. Everyone scatters on to trains and buses, and for most of them the night’s already over. Two of the boys say they’re going to carry on in Camden, but it’s too far for me, so I text the girl to say I’m coming to her party up in Islington.

But by now it’s a different town 
Drunk middle class kids on the night bus,
And men who stop me to ask if I want to buy cocaine.
Whilst the drainpipes drip on me,
And foxes hiss at me from alleyways;
A queue at the kebab shop,
And stumbling tramps, with cans of Super Tennants, kissing in the street.

I breathe it in, I’m part of it now,
And eventually I get to the big white house, where the party is in full swing.
I swim through the swinging faces, til I see her in the kitchen,
And she smiles at me and takes me by the hand towards a table stocked with beer.

Later on, when I’m kissing her,
I keep thinking about her at school –
All the possibilities, and everything we could have been, before our lives started to fill up the blanks where we used to have a future.
Our lips are dry
And to be honest, I’m too drunk, and too tired, to do anything properly, but it’s nice just to be there.
Eventually we both fall asleep, her with her head on my chest, me with my arm around her waist, and I don’t wake up again until the morning.

In the morning she says nothing,
And I know what she means.
I’ve already given up on most of my dreams.
I just want to wake up in a bed with clean sheets,
In a room with a window,
That looks out on trees.

We go and get breakfast together,
And I feel comprehensively hungover.
But we have a nice chat, and it’s clear we’ll probably both just forget about the night before.

We say goodbye,
And before I get on the bus home, I buy one of those 35p energy drinks that you always see labourers and homeless people drinking.
It doesn’t make me feel any better,
And once I read the ingredients,
I conclude that it will probably give me cancer.

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Red Red Red Red Roses

Made my girlfriend cry again,
It's shit, I'm shit,
Jealous guy, get angry over nothing,
Want to solve things with my fists.

Soft in the middle but rough around the edges:
Act tough in pubs, but stress out over a WhatsApp message.

Get drunk in clubs and forget to count my blessings.

I want to touch it but I can't
I want to be it but I can't
I want to touch it but I can't
I want to be it but I can't
I want to touch it but I can't
I want to be it but I can't
I want to touch it but I can't
I want to be it but I can't

Loving is a constant act of courage
You have to trust in something you can never really know
It's the faith that keeps you going,
With the knowledge sometimes faith is all that stops you letting go.

When I was at school I used to fight in car parks,
When I loved a girl she went and fucked somebody else;
When I got home I told my mum I'd fallen over --
I told my mum I was upset about something else.

I don't know where to put my anger,
I don't want to have to carry it around.
I want to step inside of you, and stop being a stranger --
I want to touch it, but I don't want to break it in my hand.

Loving someone is a constant act of courage;
You have to believe in something you can never really know.
It's the faith that keeps you going,
In the knowledge they can always let you go.

//

Sax solo by Joe Murgatroyd

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I Must Have Fallen Over

20 PINT WEEKEND

-- in the Stag's Head with a couple of real lemon squeezers. He's looking at me and smiling over his moustache. Where's the fags Fred ? They're in the fuckin bin
-- sex, blood, booze, and death: a big night out
-- down in Brighton, seagull attack outside the McDonalds. Went for a disappointing Japanese meal. Currently drinking a schooner of craft beer

BELIEVE IN THE GEEZER

For a second I'll be waiting while you're checking on your phone
Is there something that you're taking is there something that you know
Is there something that's been breaking is it just because you're broke
Is there something you've been taking is it taking all your hope, yeah

20 PINT WEEKEND
(when you answer your phone)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(when you leave on your own)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(they always call)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(with chemicals)

-- I'm ambitious - I want everything this life has to offer. I want a burger, and, I want a kebab
-- Amsterdam, red light district, Friday night. You'd think half these cunts had never seen a pair of tits before

For a second I'll be waiting when we're falling out the pub
And I'll hold you in my arms when we're collapsing in the club
Is there something that's been breaking is it just because you're broke
Is there something you've been taking is it taking all your hope, yeah

20 PINT WEEKEND
(when you answer your phone)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(when you leave on your own)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(they always call)
20 PINT WEEKEND
(with chemicals)

-- Walthamstow, with a cigarette and a hard-on. The Arsenal. Dogs, tattoos, Morrissey, vegan breakfasts. Couple of pints with a couple of lads, tapping the ash straight onto the tip, and standing in the window wanking into the street. Walthamstow, 2016

BELIEVE IN THE GEEZER


For a second I'll be waiting while you're checking on your phone
Is there something that you're taking is there something that you know
Is there something that's been breaking is it just because you're broke
Is there something you've been taking is it taking all your hope, yeah

Is there something you've been taking,
Is there something you've been taking,
I'll be checking on your phone,
Checking on your phone,

Is there something you've been taking,
Is there something you've been taking,
You'll be checking on your phone,
Checking on your phone yeah

20 PINT WEEKEND
20 PINT WEEKEND
20 PINT WEEKEND
20 PINT WEEKEND

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20 Pint Weekend

Come close, the streets are so full of ghosts
All those who time replaces;
New faces on old roads

// Down at the African Barbers, they're braiding hair in Jesus' name, with virgin Brazilian extensions. Reminds me of the first time, when drunk, and shy, and falling in to love, and when we finished there was blood on the sheets. I stripped the bed, and went down to make you a cup of tea whilst you were dressing. There has to be a loss for every blessing

Come down, the streets are so full of ghosts now
Doors close, and time replaces,
New faces on old roads

// And down at the street market, they're selling memories off any bowl a pound, in plastic tubs labeled childhood and NHS. I put my hand into my pocket, but there's a hole in there, that all my change has fallen through. And I'm a geezer ain't I? Life just bounces off of me like hailstones. Until one day, it starts to snow, and I get buried

On days like this

[vocals by ALM]

African Barbers

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Pin (feat. Barrington Levy)

I shouldn't do what I do but I do it

Bemi's posting thirst traps on her Instagram,
I really shouldn't do it, but I'll like it man,
And I'll go out and get a taste,
When I fell down into this place.

Sitting round my bedroom like a coiled spring,
I'm waiting for the boys so I can get em in,
I don't have any time to waste,
When I fell down into this place.

This is the ballad of the modern geezer,
You will not hear it in the mainstream media,
And there I go but for the grace...
When I fell down into this place.

Don't try to tell me that you find it funny,
I'm old enough that I don't have to worry,
That there I go but for the grace...
When I fell down into this place.

And there I go but for the grace...
When I fell down into this place.

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I Shouldn't Do What I Do (But I Do It)

Angel

And if I am hidden and never to see
And if I am nothing and never to be
When I sleep in the arms of the one who believes
Then I know what to keep

Angel

So if I am hidden and never to see
If I am never and never to be
When I sleep in the arms of the one who believes
Of the one who believes

And if I am hidden and never to see, I know
If I am never and never to be, I know
When I sleep in the arms of the one who believes
Then I know what to keep

Angel

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Angel

LDN SHABBURA (PREVIEW)

Something for the weekend mate
I've got something for the weekend

No flashy shit
I give him the oner and he gives me the wraps
I text my girlfriend to tell her I've got it and I'm coming back to the flat

She spoons it into little bombs
Made of kingskin rizla
While the rest of us drink rum and eat pizza
Only my second ever day rave
Should be a good one
I do a little taster
And get ready to have fun

Something for the weekend mate
I've got something for the weekend

Let's go outside to the smoking area
God, when did raving get so middle class?
This lot look like they should be management consultants
She's worried that her mate's taken too much
Well get her outside and get her some air
I like it, but not like this
It's fun but not like this

Something for the weekend mate
I've got something for the weekend

Something For The Weekend Mate

I made it so now you have to listen to it

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