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Youth Club!

by Junior Bill

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1.
David 03:27
David can't hang out with us today Oh no he can't come over to play Mama said she don't like his streetwise ways And his colloquial turn of phrase David - brought up in a broken home David - with a pit bull in the window David - used to have to wash his own clothes Nobody cared about where he went When he went to call for his friends Who were much more affluent David can't hang out with us today Oh no he can't come over to play Mama said she don't like his streetwise ways And the boyishness he displays David became a scapegoat We shoved stolen goods in his coat Packet of fags and a WKD I didn't want the blame put on me We fled hastily from the scene We kept our soft, white hands clean Whenever David came over to call We had to jump over the garden wall Mum wouldn't let us see him no more David can't hang out with us today Oh no he can't come over to play Mama said she don't like his streetwise ways And his colloquial turn of phrase Now poor David's got no place to go Oh no he isn't welcome at home The off license alarm rings out ASBOS So he'll be kicking a ball on his own
2.
Teeth 03:54
She's been getting holes in her teeth Bet she wish she took 'em to the NHS You can hardly hear when she speaks And she's been talking less Living in the house on the hill With the yellow corridors and cups of tea Little, white, pound-shaped pills And cold company Mrs Winterburn cuts your hair And Mr Federico takes you out to town Six chocolate eclairs Seven up to wash it down Neither of them need to hear you cuss Even if they don't understand Typical of you to make a fuss When people give a helping hand But how does she want it? Let her have her cake and eat it Independently Sitting up in my bedsit I can see the children go running by Every day they grow a little bit As their independence dies You won't let me visit you still Let me take you to the dental surgery I look up at the house on the hill And every day it looks at me But how did she want it? Let her have her cake and eat it Independently But tell her to brush her teeth The hospital and the baptist church The graveyard with the funeral hearse The playground to the call centre You can live and work and die just here On this tiny cul-de-sac But how did she want it? Let her have her cake and eat it How did she want it? Let her have her cake and eat it Independently Tell her to brush her teeth
3.
Is there any room at the inn? Is there any room in Italy, France, Spain or Germany? Is there any room for me? All the way to Bethlehem To prove that we were three wise men If I were your friend You'd help me to my feet again oh no no You can't see what's happened to me Just like you we want to be free Like a blackbird on the breeze Cos we've been 'cross land and sea Are there any songs of sanctuary? Are there any songs for world war three? For understanding refugees? Are there any songs for me? Under southern starlit skies One day we will find our prize And restore our broken pride And pass on dignified
4.
Omed said got boys from Jungle Came through sleet and storm and thunder Young, black skin and came on boat Now have found a cold, hard sofa One boy has got family down here Waiting for mum to get visa Paying for sister's education What about mum well he can't just leave her One got in a case needing legal aid Two years now just going in circles Only three of the boys got papers Many waiting four years later Round here people don't believe Back home he used to be a doctor Some will have to go to Swindon Too much people, poor condition Got to get a wristband if you wanna get fed Keep your mouth shut for the council inspection One boy tried to break away No one else there spoke his lingo Found him disappeared one day Smashed the sink and the bathroom window Omed said got boys from Jungle Came through sleet and storm and thunder Young, black skin and came on boat Now have found a cold, hard sofa Omed said got boys from Jungle
5.
Eli 03:43
Out of his senses in an underpass The youngsters call Eli a relic of the past Sleeping on park benches Or under a red brick arch Don't you know you're gonna get moved on fast Eli! Ain't got no home Eli! Skin and bone Eli! So leave him alone Cos he don't need nothing from no one He's a miserable bastard who berates and lambasts Fresh-faced students who walk right past He said "I swear the big issue guy's got a house and kids And he don't deserve the steam off my piss" Eli! Ain't got no home Eli! Collects old stones Eli! Got a portable radio Cos he don't need nothing from no one He's in an ongoing feud with all public services Who serve to disturb his old world courtesies Some people want him banned from the CBD He hides in the lift of the NCP
6.
Who said you could film us? You make us look disgusting Who said you could film us? Just look at the state we're in Don't talk to strangers Don't talk to neighbours Don't talk to vagrants too You came to see natives You have nothing to give We're humiliated by you What you doing with that camera, boy? Do you wanna get it nicked? You came here to see the real McCoy How the other half live We're out here in our jim jams Let us put on our glad rags Let us move the bin bags please Cos the ragged embittered Can't see for the litter And dog shit drying in the breeze The sun shines daily on the chosen few Screaming babies in the queue Old bones achy through and through So dash the camera crew
7.
Youth Club! 02:47
Down here in the youth club! We got the beats and the bubblegum We got the bass, we got the drum If you wanna come Just pay a pound and proceed to have fun Plug in and play Stretch out the day Til we overrun
8.
Hello my old friend I used to know you well We used to be the bane of Crwys Road Your year has been spent Inside a prison cell Extended from the world you used to know Late at night your voice Lingers in my soul You didn't have a choice In the world I used to know A girl that I once knew The one that got away Now she watches her own children grow A glimpse of my old school The dreams and dreary days I left with my aspirations in tow And she's lost her beaming smile She is all alone She stayed all the while In the world I used to know I sloped out And paid no mind to the chances That befell Those with lesser advantage Hello my old friend I used to know you well We used to let our inhibitions go When the day would end With the ringing of the bell I saw your religion change you so I saw you on the news Shot down by drones Very far removed From the world you used to know
9.
Selling the ground from under your feet In hard hats and black brogues No one knows No one knows You're a wolf in sheep's clothes The town planning Was incomplete And now the meeting rooms closed So it goes So it goes You're a wolf in sheep's clothes
10.
I saw the flag of Saint George today All the red had been painted grey And proudly stands The English man Holding in his right hand The keys to the land For him alone And the post office was for sale And the National Health had failed To carry on Cos one by one The things that we had were gone And nobody saw it wrong To give them away So what's left here? And what's he that wishes so? What we auctioneered Was not covetous for gold So we'll be sailing on To leave behind our troubled past Flag of Saint George Is nailed to the mast We'll bid farewell to the poundlands Bookies and roadside burger vans Where we once worked In the hope That if we do as we're told We could afford to own Our own gated homes And retire In front of a warming fire Pensions and church spires When we get old So please remember us Oh we few we happy few In our Sunday best As we disappear from view So we'll be clinging on To the things we thought we knew Flag of Saint George I'll wrap myself in you

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Many years in the making. Youth Club! is a tribute to Cathays Youth & Community Centre and is dedicated to the memory of Jon Wilson and Dan Wilson.

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released October 20, 2023

All songs written by Rob Nichols
Produced and mixed by Josh Tyrrell
Co-produced by Rob Nichols
Drums by Daniel West
Bass by Rory Saunders and Rob Nichols
Guitars by Luke Owen and Rob Nichols
Keys and extras by Rob Nichols

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