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Are You Ready?
02:20
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It’s time to lift the curtain, it’s time to hit the lights. It’s time to sound the siren, I’m going out tonight. Oh my God! Are you ready to rock? Oh my God! Are you ready to rock? I keeled over on the way to the shops. Oh my God! Are you ready to rock? I thought I was under water, my shirt was soaking wet. Somebody call a doctor, somebody call a vet. Oh my God! Are you ready to rock? Oh my God! Are you ready to rock? I keeled over on the way to the shops.
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The girls at the gym they were giggling again, they must’ve thought I had my headphones in. “Here comes The Undertaker, no, it's the Hairy Biker. He puts his eyeliner on with a magic marker. Those shorts of his are taking the strain, the dates on his tour shirt are starting to fade. Claims he used to be somebody back on the scene, but he’s going to need a Tardis not a Running Machine”. The girls on the counter started blowing me kisses. Shit business at the L.A. Fitness. You’re in the right castle, but you’ve got the wrong Princess. Shit business at the L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. The kids in the car park are scary as shit, they’ve started selling ketamine from out of a skip. That’s not the kind of trouble that I wanna get in, you really have to wonder where security is. But then, I used to party. Hey! I still like to party. Maybe they know somebody who could sell me some weed. But it’s, “No deal Noel, dude you look like The Crow. Are you the jogging fucking dead? You’re like a thousand years old”. The kids on the corner doing serious business. High drama at the L.A. Fitness. Right castle. Wrong Princess. Bad karma at the L.A. Fitness. Amateur gangsters are making me anxious. Shit business at the LA. Fitness. Came for a spray tan, left as a witness. Shit business at the LA. Fitness. The people in pilates started taking the piss. I thought they’d be more flexible than this. I ain’t no yoga master, I’m more a Jägermeister guy, I’m only here because I’m trying not to die and ‘cause you can’t outrun the setting sun. The night is going to fall down on everyone. Just give me one more lap before I’m done, one more heave from these old lungs. Zombies on the treadmills going the distance. Shit business at the L.A. Fitness. The demons in the steam room? Completely dismissive. Shit business at the L.A. Fitness. The ghouls in the pool are uncommonly vicious. Shit business at the L.A. Fitness. Won’t somebody tell me when my membership’s finished? Shit business at the L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
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(Give Me) The Music
04:18
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I didn’t come here to dance, you’d know about it if I had. A little bit like Michael Diamond, a little bit like someone’s Dad. I’m not looking for romance, I’ve got a girlfriend you understand, but this girl’s got a line to a guy with the good stuff and she really wants to talk about the band. Sunglasses at night won’t do much for your eyesight. I’ve got some red eyes that you just can’t hide, I look like an extra from Twilight. We danced so much we thought the night belonged to us. We thought that anything was possible, and, you know what? It probably was. Give me the music, give me the lights. We’re gonna get through this if it takes all night. The third verse is the same as the first, trying not to cry when you’re mouthing the words. Friday night lights just make you look old. Whistle posse! It’s time to go home. Put your hands up like you’re ready to surrender! Put your hands up like you wanna be excused! Oh! You’re so polite, do you want to ask a question? I think I love you but I get confused. Give me the music. Give me the lights. We’re gonna get through this If it takes all night. Waiting for the breakdown. Waiting for the breakdown. Waiting for the breakdown.
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Dinosaur
03:42
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You’re a pile of bones, I’m a dinosaur. A pre-historic monster that just washed up on your shore. You’re a scientist, I’m an artefact. An undiscovered relic from a party band. DINOSAUR! Count the rings around my eyes. Experts couldn’t date me and heaven knows they’ve tried. My glass will shake uncontrollably. Some things in the mirror are much bigger than they seem. DINOSAUR!
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West Midlands
West Midlands are a super natural indie rock band.
West Midlands songs tell the story of
a rapidly decaying rock star, dropped by his label, forgotten by his fans and forced to return to his childhood home in the Black Country to confront his demons – some of which, it turns out, are actual demons. It’s sort of a documentary.
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