Uglifruit: A Fist Full Of Jenkinsongs.
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01 Released Backgrounds.
Ooh, Ahh.
02 Perfect
See that girl over there brush her hair beside her bedroom mirror
For all the world she doesn’t show of know the glow within her
She shines inside
She powders down
And lines her eyes
It isn’t worth it, she’s nearly perfect
Watch her dance like I’m not here without a care
So unselfconscious
Within her hands I’m butter – melting putty
But in another hard and strong - pretty Nancy’s Vicious
She’s mine inside
The power’s down
I wipe my eyes
It isn’t worth it, she’s nearly perfect
See that girl over there brush her hair beside her bedroom mirror
For all the world she’ll never show what hit her
It isn’t worth it, she’s nearly perfect
03 Stuff And Nonsense (A Fairy Tale)
Hey m’lady what do you see?
I’m down on one knee
Am I brave enough?
I’d fight knights lately with you as my shield
You hold that appeal
That slowly reveals itself
As I deal with all the other stuff (and nonsense)
I’ve waited for hours and hours with flowers beneath April showers
I’m soaked to the skin and you won’t let me into your castle I’m mortified!
Ought I to be surprised? Passably fortified on all sides
Oh and I’d never have guessed you’re a gesture away from surrender and ending your siege and in league with the Prince who makes fun of me
And when you’re done with me what will become of me?
Hey m’lady I’m trying to stand
A man if I can
Am I brave enough?
I feel more fearless with your colours worn
A knight from a pawn
Holding his sword of course
Adorned in all the other stuff (and nonsense)
I’ve waited for hours and hours with flowers beneath April showers
I’m soaked to the skin and you won’t let me into your castle I’m mortified!
Ought I to be surprised? Passably fortified on all sides
Oh and I’d never have guessed you’re a gesture away from surrender and ending your siege and bequeathed to the Prince who makes fun of me
For the kingdom’s economy you’d sleep with your enemy.
04 Over you baby, And Moving On.
You never said you loved me
When tomorrow came
You never said you’d let me see you again
And If I knew then what I knew now
I’d be over you baby and moving on by now
You never said you’d buy me
A golden band darling
You only said you’d take me, not take my hand darling
And If I knew then what I’d learned by now
I’d be over you baby and moving on somehow
Don’t say that this is true love - if you think it isn’t
Don’t say you loved me enough – ‘cos you know you didn’t
And If I knew then what I’d learned by now
I’d be over you baby and moving on right now.
05 Lessons We Learned
(feat. Sarah Marshall)
You told me you were there to learn
But we ought to have taught one another instead of fought I thought
I told you I’d nothing to prove
But summer came and you moved away
So I went back to school
September – Another page
Another broken promise from school days
I carved your heart you carved mine
On the last day we broke up and got together
I scarred your heart you broke mine
So we showed one another how to make up
The lessons we learned are real
The lessons we learned won’t heal
The lessons we learned still feel like Chinese burns
The lessons we learned still hurt
The lessons we learned get worse
The lessons we learned still feel like Chinese burns
How you hurt me
06 Burn -Up
Burn up baby!
We’re never gonna dance like we wanted to dance
We’re never gonna own that holiday home in France
We’re never gonna swing like Sinatra can
We’re never gonna dance
Burn-up!
But here’s the thing…
We’ll never, never be cool enough to hold that hand of cards
We’ll never be hip enough to drive them cars
We’ll never, never know what secrets chicer people keep
And spill behind bars
You’re never the one
Burn up baby!
We’re never gonna woo who we wanted to woo
We’re never gonna kiss a mysterious mistress or mister
Who knew our loves chances were through?
But given half a chance I’d dance with you
Burn up!
But here’s the thing…
We’ll never, never be cool enough to fly as high as stars
We’ll never be hip enough to hire those cars
We’ll never, never feel our secrets chicer people keep
Are spilled behind bars
You’re never the one
Burn up, baby!
We’ll never, never be cool enough to mark that deck of cards
We’ll never be hip enough to park their cars
We’ll never, never know what secrets chicer people keep
You’re never the one
07 She dreams Of Simple Things
In her own room
She’s her own girl
Magazine posters plastered into place
In her headphones
She’s a pop star
Hair brush microphone
And paparazzi face
She dreams of simple
Tiaras, tutus, diamond rings
And flights far away from the fighting downstairs
Where nobody cares
In her mirror
She’s a princess
Sleeping soundly, waiting for a prince
In her diary
She’s an heiress
To a fortune but unfortunately does not know where it is
She dreams of simple things
The lovers that tomorrow brings
And floating away
No one noticing downstairs
Cos nobody cares
She dreams of simple things
The lovers that tomorrow brings
And floating away
No one noticing downstairs
Cos nobody cares
08 What’s Wrong With This Picture?
Here we are again
Exchanging fluids
And Exchanging made up numbers
Temporarily tattooed on the backs of our hands
With a biro the bar tender lent us
Never intending to see if the numbers really add up
Intending to avoid the disappointment of knowing
Preferring the myth of a missed opportunity
A could’ve been, should’ve been, would’ve been
Something oh-so-special
What’s wrong with this picture?
There’s no movie magic
What’s wrong – no rom com
What’s wrong with this picture?
Just a pessimistic, tragic, non-rom-com song
Here we go again, jumping whenever the phone rings
And dreading an unknown number
Secretly hoping but admitting to no one
Especially ourselves
We’re stronger than that, aren’t we?
We’d never expose that much frailty
We watch our own backs, using two mirrors
Intending to avoid the disappointment of knowing
Preferring the myth of a missed opportunity
A could’ve been, should’ve been, would’ve been
Something oh-so-special
What’s wrong with this picture?
There’s no movie magic
What’s wrong – no rom com
What’s wrong with this picture?
Where’s the optimistic, addicting….
Rom-com song gone wrong?
09 Mistress Calamity and Mister Kaleidoscope
Kisses with mistress Calamity
Lips taste like sips of tea
Pour me .. she makes me sweet internally
Wide eyed it’s Mister Kaleidoscope
Broken very-merry go ‘round
Poorly he makes me feel internally
He makes me feel …oh….
He makes me …
She makes me bleed internally
10 Blue
Eyes of blue and sunny skies peeping through
Shepherds delights tonight it’s only right do you realize?
Eyes of blue
Are what I’m likely to see in you
And I don’t know what to do
A superstar is what you are she’d tell me
And then she’d melt me
She couldn’t help me
Eyes of blue
And sunny delight peeping toms abroad tonight
And curtains slightly prised, do you realize
Blue, blue, blue And what I’m likely to see is you
And I don’t know what to do
A superstar is what you are she’d tell me
She shouldn’t show me
She doesn’t know me
Eyes of blue
Eyes of blue and sunny skies peeping through
Shepherds delights tonight it’s only right do you realize?
11 Kissing Goodbye
Kissing Goodbye
Now that we’ve reached the end of our first holiday night
Waving goodbye
Down at the beach and ended our kiss of life
Nothing to say
Holding your hand
Planning to stay
Can’t take this away
Beautiful memories
Wish you were here
Now that I’m home and the world returns to normality
Nothing to say
Saving our hand
Plans that we made
All crumbled away
Like sand castles
Kissing goodbye
Now that we’ve reached the end of our holiday
Fade away
Sand castles
Washed away
01 – Released Backgrounds
A not-very-veiled reference to 'Unreleased Backgrounds', an a cappella Beach Boys track on the reissue of Pet Sounds. This is actually an experiment I was playing with for background vocals for 'Kissing Goodbye'. The idea was abandoned, and recycled subsequently recycled here.
02 – Perfect
Unashamedly poppy. I wanted to be Jellyfish in this song. I pretty much always want to be Jellyfish, who doesn't? Spot the Beatles quotation in the BVs.
03 – Stuff And Nonsense (A Fairy Tale)
A simple tale of fairy tale disappointment. Why am I not the white knight on the horse? Described by a friend as Schizophrenic, and I can see his point, but it all makes sense in my head. I like singing quickly.
04 – Over You Baby, And Moving On
My obvious homage to Phil Spector. A spiritual sequel to 'Will You Love Me Tomorrow'.
05 – Lessons We Learned
"School is a battlefield for the heart"- Angela Chase (My So Called Life). Spot the Police quotation in the BVs. Featuring Sarah Marshall on vocal, and lifting the song in the process.
06 – Burn Up
As big-band swing as I'm likely to get, and great fun to do. The song illustrates that I'll never be Frank, Dean, Sammy or Harry Connick Jnr. I'd been listening to Richard Hawley, hence the guitar sound. I'll never be Richard Hawley either, it turns out.
07 – She Dreams Of Simple Things
Unusually for me, a guitar-riff based song! As well as those other people, I'm not Slash either. The song laments the fact that life is simpler when you are young and innocent. The instrumental break is supposed to transport the listener to a time of sitting in front of a NES. I don't know if it succeeds, but it sounds pretty/blippy.
08 – What’s Wrong With This Picture?
Mike Skinner has got nothing to worry about, but troubling him that was my intention here. My fascination with layers is explored at the end of this one. And of the poetry in slightly mundane lyrics about life.
09 – Mistress Calamity & Mr Kaleidoscope
Listening to late era Beatles? Me? *cough*. Well, if you had a mellotron virtual synth what would you do?
10 – Blue
Slightly silly, slightly bluesy - a slight little song.
11 – Kissing Goodbye
A kiss goodbye, from me to you.
Songs & Playing by Andy Jenkinson, Feb 2011.
Sarah Marshall sings on ‘Lessons We Learned’
Thanks: Alex Benyon for masterful mastering.