Je M’appelle Alex – first Wonk Single (May 6 2015)

Things were going so well, until you asked me, for guest list, and I said “Sorry, I don’t speak English, Je M’appelle Alex”.

Do I look Rich? Do I look Rich? And I would love to indulge your ego, but suddenly, you appear dead to me. And I would love to indulge your ego, but suddenly, you appear dead to me.

Dead to me Motherfucker…

Things were going so well, until you asked me, for guest list, and I said “Sorry, I don’t speak English, Je M’appelle Alex”.

Do I look Rich? Do I look Rich? And I would love to indulge your ego, but suddenly, you appear dead to me. And would love to indulge your ego, but suddenly, you appear dead to me.

Dead to me… Dead to me…. Dead to me… Dead to me…. Dead to me… Dead to me…. Dead to me… Dead to me….

Friends forever

And the love went,
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends
friends forever.

and i let the orange juice
roll down my chin onto my clean white shirt
Orange juice rolls down my chin.
and my girl’ll come in drunk
shoot her drunken mouth off
i back down to stop the screaming
coz it’s 3 oclock

Chorus

and the love went
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends
and the love went,and the love went
and the love went
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends friends forever,

you know i gotta go out,
get something for my head
if i keep on doing this i’m gonna end up dead.
Thirsty and miserable
like a black flag song
Thirsty and miserable like Obi Wan
in the desert with the sand people.

Mid 8

hooray another pain in the ass
thorn in my side
player of games just died

and i am here
in hollywood
with all the fakes
and all things shallow and false.

and now i wanna smash things
but it aint my house to break
it’s the crack of dawn and seagulls
are keeping me awake.
i’ll pull back the curtains
shut out the light again
and i let the orange juice
run down my chin.

Los Angeles lyrics

you never wanted one of my songs
go cheapen someone else
don’t insult me
there can be only one.

They said it would’nt last
a sober alcoholic farce
they said i was too sensible for Candace
and her too drunk for Alex

Her too drunk for me.

And i know my music isn’t cool enough for you
but i’d like to try the tight pants if you’ll let me?
seduced me on a plane
fed me grapes and valium
and swapped stories of lovemaking in Paris
and it hurt alex

and it hurt me.

Chorus

I went to Los Angeles
expecting to find someone else dancing in your boots
proving me wrong again
Los angeles
i bet my soul that you were like all of the other girls
proving me wrong again

lala lal lala ala la la la etc

We’ll spend our lives together move to the country
buy a golden retriever and start a family
imaginary children,us on holidee
granny’s moaning in the car whilst mum makes sandwichs

in Los angeles expecting to find someone else dancing in your boots
etc

Different

be my remedy
lock me up but please don’t lose the key
i’m blind to God but he can see me.
Give me excitment
thrill me,fill my life with glee
release me
give me purpose

chorus

create me something new to take today
i’m bored and i don’t drink no more
i’d like to have ten wifes but i doubt they’d get along

when ya down
drink away and drown the pain
throw away your life again
in the morning.
Take the pills
drug me and rid the soul of a body
and run away
run away.

Learn to live again
adolescence as a man
see the world through eyes as clear as crystal
Yeah it’s harsh
to remember how you got this way
but now you’re free
remind yourself daily
remind yourself daily
etc

“Not mine”

It’s funny,i always wanna read what you have written
you never wanna see what i have done
and everything i do i do for you
For you.

I could run away to South America like my friend Dan
and fly to Florida to see my Dad.
yeah it’s been a while and i miss him.

Chorus

And i wish i had a talent like you
Maybe i should learn to write
Do something with my life
it’s far from perfect

He plays guitar all day
he’ll play the strings away
Such a pretty song he plays
Why don’t he play with me?

I’ll do my best to dress how you want darling
i’ll try to keep my weight down.
coz skinny boys like skinny girls and i’m drowning

Drinking coffee in bed
watching you play guitar
being in love is so wonderfully painful
it breaks my heart

extra end Chorus

And i wish i had a talent like you
Maybe i should learn to write
Do something with my life
it’s far from perfect
beautiful bastard
wonderful pain
bruises round my neck
you know what i’m saying.

Pizza on Golden Hill

i got in a taxi with promises of booty
B and 22 street San diego
i met you on your front porch
g string wearing ugg boots
i wanted to fuck you you said lets go
and i felt whole
i felt like an adult for the 1st time

i left you on that Saturday
crying on your door step
off to skate with tony Hawk and ride into the sunset
i offered you the chance to join me on that road trip
but you cut short the agony to end our relationship

i met you in a sweatshop free los angeles american aparrel store
i said i liked your hair and you liked mine and that i’d pick you up and 9 oclock

Off to los angeles into the arms of another

now 18 months on i kinda wish i hadn’t bothered
i lost my heart
my soul
seduced corrupted
like Author Lee alone again
it’s a struggle adjusting

Guts

Disappointed,i hope you are
you should of called
i guess you had better things to do
with whom,i know
Getting angry
you can test me all you want
i used to play the chess game.
not anymore
now days i’m just colder
and i won’t mess
what ya see is what you get
and i’m pissed with you.
no more insecurity
you can stoop as low as you wanna go
and i’ll hate you
I’ll despise you
and i’ll worship you
you got my stomach in a grinder
just one postcard email or a phone call
i’m open honest fair
can you say the same things about yourself
don’t hang around at the airport
you won’t find me at the bar getting drunk
i’ll be sleeping on my own
having nightmares i’m your yappy dog
lost with out an owner
where is my partner
you are my spring time

“I hate you”

I used to wonder what you wanted from me
I tried to play it cool but i could hardly breath
you were the hottest thing
the hottest thing
why did you only call me when i was leaving?

Chorus

and that is why Sara
i hate you
and that is why Sara
I can’t date you
and that is why Sara
I’m lonely

Sexy Sandy got let off the lead
Married way too young
now you’re having porno fun
I wish that you had told me
my feeling went too far
and now you’re taking your clothes off and breathing fire

mid 8

why don’t you phone me?
That would of been nice
why don’t you phone me?
that would of been nice
Why didn’t you tell me
that would of been nice and that is why Sara
i hate you.

And now i look for mementoes under my bed
Last night i found you on the internet
You’ve given me nothing to love
yet i love all of nothing
your perfume on my pillow
the ass everyone’s fucking

PHOTOS OF THE TIRED

A scowl across my face
we travel before the successful
we the African Princes come toilet cleaners
We the tired Polish whores
We the Indian lawyers come security guards

We disgruntled English forced out of jobs once secure
a big fuck you by a failed schooling two decades before
all together knackered
all together now
We’ll walk these roads together
Fucking hell

Chorus

One day we will be successful
one day we’ll succeed

in fathers eyes a failure
a drunk a fool
one day i’ll photgraph the tired early in the morn
one day a bacon sandwich won’t seem a luxury
Starbucks an irresponsible indolgence to me

and i will return one day to white sheets
and clean carpets
i’ll return successful to my palace
give a shit
and flick crumbs on the floor.