Březen 2007

Same Jeans

24. března 2007 v 14:57 | Markie |  → Videoklipy

Same Jeans

24. března 2007 v 14:50 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Same Jeans

I've had the same jeans on for four days now
I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town
Everybody's dressing up
I'm dressing down
Life's one big circle
And it doesn't end
When it ends
Will you still be my friend?
I'm not making a fool of myself
Oh tell me
I'm not making a fool of myself
So
When you look in the mirror
Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know
Oh That's just made your head spin around
So get yourself together
Get your feet back on the ground
I've had the same jeans on for four days now
I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town
Everybody's dressing up
I'm dressing down
I take my hats off to the busker man
When they drown all the sorrows singing songs
Now everything has worked out to plan
But believe me it started as long as it can
So
When you look in the mirror
Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know
Life's just made your head spin around
So get yourself together
Now put your feet back on the ground
I've had the same jeans on for four days now
I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town
Everybody's dressing up
I'm dressing down
My minds not perfect but it's sincere
You'd be amazed at what you can achieve in a year
And you try so hard
But your hearts on a switch
And I know you try so hard
But your hearts on a switch
So
When you look in the mirror
Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know
Life's just made your head spin around
So get yourself together
Get your feet back on the ground
So
When you look in the mirror
Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know
Life's just made your head spin around
So get yourself together
Get your feet back on the ground
Same Jeans on for four days now
Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down
I'm not making a fool of myself
Now believe me lady I can't tell
Same Jeans on for four days now
Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down
Im not making a fool of myself
Now believe me lady I can't tell

Skag Trendy

24. března 2007 v 14:49 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Skag Trendy

Skag trendy thought he new just what to do,
He was only seventeen and he was out screwing the brew,
He thought that parents were too old and teachers told him what to do,
He's master skag trendy 'n' he'd like to talk to you.
He told his mother what he was all about,
She didn't acknowledge the cry for help,
She just chucked him out,
Now he's broke sitting outside, sitting on the floor.
Nothing else to think about except another score,
But before he gets this he has to go and steal something.
That's not something that he really wants to do,
But you see since his mother chucked him out,
She signed him off the brew,
I wish somebody would love him,
He doesn't have a hope,
I wish somebody would love him,
He doesn't have a home.
He'd like to speak to his old school friends,
But he needs ten pence for his phone.
He had a girlfriend she was very, very, very nice,
Walks by him now, won't look at him twice,
She liked his dress sense and his cheeky, cheeky grin,
But you see since he's been chucked out,
He's lost all of them, he's got none.
So he writes another sad song, he's got none.
So he writes another sad song.
I'm master skag trendy thought I knew just what to do,
I was only seventeen and I was out screwing the brew,
I thought that parents were too old and teachers told him what to do,
I'm master skag trendy and I'd like to talk to you.
I wish somebody would love me, cos I don't have a home.
I wish somebody would love me, cos I don't have a home.
I'd like to speak to my old school friends, but I need ten pence for the phone.
One thing would happen to someone in this situation,
That is complete and utter social deterioration,
Should have clicked on when he was out pawning his playstation,
Just a young man looking for some variation.
He made a mistake; he was looking for some variation,
He made a mistake; he was looking for some variation.

Street Lights

24. března 2007 v 14:48 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Street Lights

Take your like in your own hands
Walk down the street looking over your shoulder
Who will you meet?
An it's a big crowd tonight
Look at the street lights
It's a big crowd tonight
Look at the street lights
Look at the street lights, what a pretty sight
You say that you love me
You say that you don't
You try to get me to jump through that hoop
But I won't

I'd like to move city
I'd like to move town
Cos all you ignorant people, you're bringin me down

Claudia

24. března 2007 v 14:48 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Claudia

I felt I was one with you,
You probably didn't see,
Oh I'm a nervous one,
My pain it comes easily.
Should I revolve my world around you,
Should I revolve my light around you,
Claudia, Claudia,
You're taunting you're teasing,
You know I have feelings too,
They're all for you,
Claudia, Claudia,
Provoking my heart,
And I still haven't broken the code,
To your heart now, oh no,
I blame it on your upbringing,
You were made around the side of a van,
You call me the trusting one,
Trust it comes easy man,
Should I revolve my world around you,
Should I revolve my light around you,
Claudia, Claudia,
You're taunting you're teasing,
You know I have feelings too,
They're all for you,
Claudia, Claudia,
Provoking my heart,
And I still haven't broken the code,
To your heart now, to your heart now, whoa whoa whoa.

Wasteland

24. března 2007 v 14:47 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Wasteland

This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans.
Where'd you get those fans,
Found them at the shop man,
Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans.
You think it's cynical to this home a miracle,
It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We're heading for the quick sand.
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but listen to you,
Not listening to you my parents told me not to,
This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland,
Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand.
So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief,
They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief,
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but I listen to you,
I'm not listening to you my parents told me not to,
Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic,
No you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick vick,
Your land is boring, so very, very boring.
Wouldn't dream to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing.
This is the wasteland, wasteland...

Wasted Little DJs

24. března 2007 v 14:46 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Wasted Little DJs

They told me if I write this song for them.
That they would cut my hair for free.
But that's not me no liberties.
They're in to all the coolest bands
and knowing that they're going to the gigs as fans
entitles me to some decency.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde weekend.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.
Split visions of a talkative therapy
It makes me bend away it gives me E
seems hard to say, its insanity.
The same record for the 16th time
Exact same set you did the last time round
Doesn't bother me we're in harmony.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde weekend.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.
No low emotions rolling tonight
Young heavy hopefuls staying the night
So stick around and wait for the day.
Craziness kills lazyness N happiness
Takes bad bets no one gives a fuck U see we're all out of our little heads.
Craziness kills lazyness N happiness
Takes bad bets no one gives a fuck
You see we're all out of our,
All out of our,
All out of our little fucking heads
Doo doo doo doo...
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde weekend.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.
Can anybody dance like them
Can U tell me
Does anybody dance like them
Can U tell me
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae

Gran’s For Tea

24. března 2007 v 14:46 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Gran's For Tea

There's a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I was at my Gran's for tea
These people call me their friend, but they don't think the same as me
Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme
Drinkin' your drink now
And staying up too early in the morning
I wander through the streets of Dundee
Mum said you shouldn't walk them alone
A fight's a fight, 'n' that's quite alright
But please leave the tools at home
You lower standards and expectations of love
You never aim for people that you think are levels above
You're always chasing the same skirts round
Round the local pub
Where were you when I needed you?
Up the posh end of town
You're supposed to protect and serve
You're out for a perve just driving around

Superstar Tradesman

24. března 2007 v 14:45 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Superstar Tradesman

Superstar tradesman
Stand at the bar
Get a trade son
You will go far
you have a house in the ferry
And a new guitar that's never been played before
and it never will
Never been played before
and it never will
The weather is sunny
You're locked inside
The weather is sunny
Oh yes
Ive tried and ive tried
to keep me sane to keep me sane
to keep me sane to keep me sane
I don't want money I want a thing called happiness
I don't want cash you know
I'd quite like memories
To keep us on track
Lets never look back
To keep us on track
Lets never look back
What would you do
If I asked you
What would you do
If I asked you
To sail away to see some sights
Sail away with me to see some sights
Superstar tradesman
Stand at the bar
Get a trade son
You will go far
you have a house in the ferry
And a new guitar that's never been played before
and it never will
Never been played before
and it never will

The Don

24. března 2007 v 14:44 | Markie |  → Texty písní

The Don

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

Dance Into The Night

24. března 2007 v 14:44 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Dance Into The Night

I met a girl at the Cambel town bar
You know the one that plays the guitar
'Yes' she said some things that you shouldn't say
Wonder if she remembers
She was wasted anyway
It's the next day
Who remembers what
No-one knows
Everybody's too afraid to talk about it anyway
These particular times everyone's out of line
It makes no change it's so strange
Everybody's walking around so deranged
She asked me to play her that song everyone likes
She said she'd listen as the day is long and dance shed dance into the night
We talked of dreams, romance and excess
Something inside of her tells me she climbs to be the best
This you have to respect
Stuck in her dead in job
And yes she said, some things that she should not say
She wonders if I remember
I was wasted anyway
It's the next week
We stop and speak
happens all the times
It's like a trend and it totally drives me round the bend
These particular times
Everyone's out of line it makes no change
It's strange
Everybody's walking around so deranged.

Face For The Radio

24. března 2007 v 14:43 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Face For The Radio

You have a face for the radio,
But I know you'd like to see it in a show,
Claiming to be the next best everything,
Which way will you go?
You're a little smarter than most of us,
You run so fast sometimes it's hard to see you for dust,
Finding some time for you, it tortures me,
Which way will you go?
Wages on a Friday,
Spent on a Saturday,
Lend me a fiver,
Won't do that again,
Oh your trust is not to strong.
Your arrogance in a bag,
Won't spare you a fag,
Superstar wannabe,
Says it comes naturally,
Cemented in your own feeble way,
He watches trainspotting, fifteen times a week,
Thinking it's making him oh so unique,
PC on summer nights and football in the rain,
Doesn't matter how far he is,
He always has money for the train,
Nothing against you, love in my heart,
You're really a nice lad, I've known it from the start,
Your conscience in eager, to know where you lie,
Pushing your limits, give it up and remember you can cry.
Wages on a Friday,
Spent on a Saturday,
Lend me a tenner,
Won't do that again,
Oh your trust is not to strong.
You're arrogance in a bag,
Won't spare you a fag,
Superstar wannabe,
Says it comes naturally,
in your own feeble way.

Don't Tell Me

24. března 2007 v 14:42 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Don't Tell Me

I don't know what I have done,
But I'm sure I will in the next five seconds,
You see I have a telephone,
When people call they don't stop ringing for me,
Last night was as mystery,
So the words can create a picture for my mind to see,
Pictures seem to make me sweat,
Something in the morning my sisters told me I would regret.
Refuse to believe what you just told me,
Refuse to believe till you tell me slowly,
Or bring me down gradually.
Aremsee he under-stands,
He's not afraid to tell me about my late night shenanigans,
See I was put here for the world to see,
You can't tell me where I'm going or tell me who I'd like to be,
I don't intend to stop my drinkin',
I know I should and it's clever thinkin',
But don't tell me...
I don't know what I have done, but I'm sure I will,
In the next five seconds,
You see I have a telephone,
And when people call they don't stop ringing for me.
Things they change as you get older,
No longer a devil on each shoulder,
But please, please, please... don't tell me.

Comin' Down

24. března 2007 v 14:41 | Markie |  → Texty písní

Comin' Down

I'm comin' down, comin' down,
It took so long for me to come around,
They tell you, it smashes brain,
Drain you of all the blood you've left in your veins.
If you spare me a brew and a double bed,
You might give me the time to clear my head tonight,
With these stones you cast so fast,
Makes me think that we will never last.
I hear it, do you hear that sound,
Hear that now aloud, it's comin' down.
I'm not eager to be mean, I'm eager to be anyone I want to be.
If you spare me a brew and a double bed,
You might give me time to clear my head tonight,
With these stones you cast so fast,
It makes me think that we never last.

Kyle - Fotky

24. března 2007 v 14:14 | Markie |  → Kyle Falconer


Fotky The View

7. března 2007 v 17:52 | Markie |  → The View

Něco málo o skupině

7. března 2007 v 17:22 | Markie |  → The View
THE VIEW
The View (ze Skotska) jsou aktivní na hudební scéně od začátku roku 2005, podporují je více proslulé skupiny např. Babyshambles, Primal Scream a The Undertones. Začínali v hospodě The Bayview v Menzieshill, okres Dundee, nedaleko jejich rodného města Dryburgh. Z názvu této hospody si odvodili jméno skupiny. Později se přesunuli do The Doghouse, respektovaného hudebního místa v centru města Dundee, kde si jich všimli místní hudební zakladatelé. Podepsali smlouvu s 1965 Records. Debutová písnička "Wasted Little DJs" vyšla 7. srpna 2006. Dne 29. 1. 2007 vydali CD s názvem "Hats Off To The Buskers".