Top Songs By Gavin Friday
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gavin Friday
Performer
Maurice Roycroft
Performer
Chris Cunningham
Acoustic Guitar
Maurice Seezer
Piano
Renaud Pion
Synthesiser Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Friday
Arranger
Maurice Roycroft
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Friday
Producer
Tim Simenon
Producer
Maurice Roycroft
Producer
Lyrics
I woke up this morning,
Dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, northside of the city
I see the steel, the fading rust
And the fields I used to play in...
My friends are famous and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by what they need...
But who am I to criticise? My pointing finger backfires
I hang my head down low.
I once believed in Jesus,
Now I can't believe in rock'n'roll
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
Hey! The myth is magic, do you know what I mean?
The politics of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?
But who am I criticise? I've made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my head up high
My disbelief, my fake redemption
My twentieth century
My holy war, my self indulgence
My twentieth century
My human flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth century
My apathy, my big decision.
My twentieth century
Writer(s): Morris Roycroft, Gavin Friday
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