Lyrics


Summer starts here

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D. Zabeo/A. Barros/N.Denny/N.Almasy/

 

It’s gonna be a different day today

No crowds and no doubts will cross my way

Speeding on easy thoughts

Lean back on an empty morning bus

 

The wheels are all catching up with Joy

She called me the ’Venus as a boy’

And I don’t even like that term

I’m gonna start a riot in return

 

Instead of sipping wine

And stay indoors

We smash your fuckin restaurants’

Fancy windows

Stay out late

And just forget the time

 

Summer starts here

Then it bends

It kicks off and ends

In different bands

Summer starts here

Then it bends

It kicks off and ends

In different bands

What happened to all

The lost friends?

Some of us takes off

Some of us lands

 

 

You pressed play then asked me to stay

We didn’t speak to no one for four days

Crashing on easy thoughts

An interstellar breeze blew off the dust

 

Digital silence cooled our voice

We sounded like the  modern Benstwood boys

Bumping on a sleepy thought

Leave before the next heatwave comes

 

Instead of sipping wine

And stay indoors

We smash your fuckin restaurants’

Fancy windows

Stay out late

And just forget the time

 

Summer starts here

Then it bends

It kicks off and ends

In different bands

Summer starts here

Then it bends

It kicks off and ends

In different bands

What happened to all

The lost friends?

Some of us takes off

Some of us lands

 

Losing sleep

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D. Zabeo/A. Barros/N.Denny/N.Almasy/

 

She said it never ever hit her quite like this

As if gravity been wiped away

Lotus flowers bloom on empty wallpapers

Grafitti covers forgotten names

 

She smiles and waves and she takes your money

She doesn’t move as the traffic lights change

She’s in the wrong part, plays the wrong cards

Been trying to remember her name

 

You’ve been losing the sleep that it takes (to bring you)

Skip the parts that give you away

You have drowned while I reached the shore

You’ve been missing out on every wave

I have to ask ’cause I need to be sure (if you)

Ever found yourself again

All that’s gone and all that remains (it kills you)

Forget the time when we were friends

 

She’s never swam in a water deep as this

Gentle streams stroke her thighs and knees

Lotus flowers bloom on empty wallpapers

Grafitti covers forgotten names

 

 You hated London

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D. Zabeo/A. Barros/N.Denny/N.Almasy/

 

It was for about 10 minutes

That I loved you, London

And spent the next 10 years

Wondering why

Standing at a news stand, pale and abandoned

Already questioning your way of life

Tried to befriend you

But you just yawned in boredom

So everyday I just sell myself myself out  

 

Living with the rain that never stops

Slip into a day that never was

 

Because you hated London

You filled up the void

How pointless it was to hang out

With its lost souls

The streets I loved

Reflected a home

With that many friends

I always woke up alone

 

10 years I waited on you

To be the star of NME’s headlines

Just red lights and jammed up crossroads

Harboured whatever were we willing to try

Tried to befriend you

But you just yawned in boredom

So everyday I just sell myself myself out  

 

Living with the rain that never stops

Slip into a day that never was

 

Because you hated London

You filled up the void

How pointless it was to hang out

With its lost souls

The streets I loved

Reflected a home

With that many friends

I always woke up alone

 

 Square one

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D. Zabeo/A. Barros/N.Denny/N.Almasy/

 

A standstill lingers in the morning hall

Sunbeams cover the colored blocks

Taxis waiting, no replacing

Feedback fading, past erasing

 

An early siren hits Xuhui’s walls

Though it wakes you up, now the noise is gone

You wonder if you ever felt like this before

If any dawn ever broke like this before

 

It’s this January

January sun

It’s this state of going back to square one

It’s these never-ending pointless grinding halts

It’s this state of going back to square one

 

Reflecting on the parking cars

Faces seem like holograms

Liquor-smelling fumes are burning

Heaven knows we’re not returning

 

Half past eight brings a sudden charm

Blue skies that we gaze upon

A couple walks by hand in hand

Turning concrete into sand

 

Chorus

 

 Mantras 

/written by N. Denny/

/music by D.Zabeo/A. Barros/N. Denny /N. Almasy/

 

You’re standing out there

Spouting mantras

Through a golden straw

Reciting verses for the know-it-alls

The way you handle yourself

When there’s nobody else

Between you and the

Masses that be

Didactic

Fantastic

Unbelievable the way you twist and burn

And they all take it in turn

There’s a smell in the air

 

I once believed there was more to life than this

You once told me baby this is it

 

Loving me loving you

There’s nothing I can do

You’re the writing on the wall

Oh it’s fantastic

Loving me Loving me loving you

There’s nothing I can do

You’re the writing on the wall

Oh it’s fantastic with you

 

You’re standing out there just landing in another dawn

Evading eerie shadows cast by Goldie Hawn

The way you handle yourself

When there’s nobody else

Between you and the

Masses that be

Didactic

Fantastic

Unbelievable the way you twist and burn

And they all take it in turn

There’s a smell in the air

 

I once believed there was more to life than this

You once told me baby this is it

 

Loving me loving you

There’s nothing I can do

You’re the writing on the wall

Oh it’s fantastic

Loving me Loving me loving you

There’s nothing I can do

You’re the writing on the wall

Oh it’s fantastic with you

 

History 

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D.Zabeo/A. Barros/N. Denny /N. Almasy/

 

 

Hey – that’s the latest release of me

It’s been 25 minutes since you’ve became history

Look – we already found our voice

The question you asked has long lost all the point

Take – take what you can from me

There’s a gap in the traffic just watch us disappear

 

If I ever make it through one more day without you

If I ever stop the clocks and change                        

 

I’ll go with you                                       

As the street lights blinking

I’ll go with you

As dawn is here

Stencil my beating heart to deep red

I’ll go with you                                       

 

 

Today – I sail out and never fail

To cut through the wasteland you once must have faced

Hey – you’ve never meant to stay

I light a cigarette for you as I watch you turn away

 

 

Its the crass

You must be missing that

I’m not up for high class conversation

         

Airport song 

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D.Zabeo/A. Barros/N. Denny /N. Almasy/

 

Sounds just like anything else depraved

Over the rumbles of the subway trains

The noise of green breaking up the concrete

Petals drown out the city’s smells

 

You were worried where I was

I didn’t feel the need to talk

But we both knew it was the day of changes

It was time to get on different planes

 

Light as it falling on Saturday night

The snow delayed all the evening flights

Leaving was just my way of saying

It had to end out there sometime

 

It was you

It was you

It was you

It was you

 

It was that, I didnt know it yet

On the frozen wings of my midnight jet

I guess it happens to everyone else

A sudden change and you’re over the fence

 

Light as it falling on Saturday night

The snow delayed all the evening flights

Leaving was just my way of saying

It had to end out there sometime

It was you

It was you

It was you

It was you 

That would be a no 

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D.Zabeo/A. Barros/N. Denny /N. Almasy/

 

That would be a no

I hear more often than hearing hello

In the riddle of alarming words

It’s always the very first

 

You hand me the phone

And it’s already carved in stone

Of all the things that always hurt

It’s always the very first

 

I can never rest, I can never be the second best

But no means that nothing lasts

I know, I know

When all you had you’ve sold

And you can’t find your way home

There’s still something to return

Of all the bridges burnt

 

In beds, in bars in jobs you start

Discarding all used broken hearts

Just look around it’s all you’ll find

It’s beautiful but falls like black snow

That would be a no

Ask me but you already know

That would be a no

Ask me but you already know

 

 Nescafe years

/written by N. Almasy/

/music by D. Zabeo/A. Barros/N.Denny/N.Almasy/

 

Where are the gardens I used to know?

Where are the times when we all had homes?

When were you last sure that you were right?

Where is the gray between the black and white?

And... are there any places that we could become

The intended roles of our stars?

 

 

Where is the path to the northern light?

Where are the curtains on private lives?

Why do we have the Cobain DNA?

Why do we still feel the Seattle wave?

 

And... are there any places that we could become

The intended roles of our stars?

And are there any places where we could forget

what we are not suppose to forget?

 

Rolling over, rolling over, rolling over

For the Nescafe years

 

The 60’s never changed us

The 70’s spent all the talents we had

The 90’s brought back what we needed

The 00’s got what we already had

 

Where are the etc ......