'Ain't Gonna Dance

 

Background

  • Matt doesn't much care for dancing
  • Lots of social occasions seem to require that you dance to not stand out or appear "off"
  • Lots of people seem to assume that when you say you don't want to dance, you do really - you just need to be asked again and again and again
  • There are girls that suggest that if you cared about them, you'd dance with them and don't accept that you couldn't care about them more but couldn't want to dance less
    • not all girls of course
      • there are girls who don't like dancing too
        • this song isn't about them
  • Dancing is a bit of a metaphor for compliant behaviour, at times

 

Lyrics

Yay hey hey
Here what I say
Gonna get you girl, girl
Gonna get you today
I need you
I want you
and I’ll 'ave you
but I aint gonna dance

Yay hey hey
Here what I say
Gonna get you girl, girl
Gonna get you today
I need you
I want you
and I’ll have you
but I aint gonna dance

I can’t hear what
What did you say
I can’t hear

Yay hey hey
Here what I say
Gonna get you girl, girl
Gonna get you today
I’ll get you
I’ll have you
I love you
but I aint gonna dance

Left Here By Myself

(incomplete)

You stand looking like a virile father
Staring at his still-born child
‘Not quite what’s expected
For a moment, the hang-ups are down

We are the postmen who bit the dog
Bearded women, physical freaks
Lucky if our grasp on you
Lasts past the end of next week

Old … left here by myself
Old old old
I don’t wanna be by myself
Old old old
You know I did it by myself

??? empty pockets
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Marks out of ten in bathing costumes
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The kids are tattooing each other’s backsides
“This is my end - don’t let it be yours”

Old … left here by myself
Old old old
Don’t wanna be by myself
Old old old
You know I did it by myself

(Sax refrain)

You know I do it by myself
You know I love it by myself

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It’s lucky it’s cute when I get lonely
Don’t pick it; it’ll only get worse
You’re lucky I’m cute when I get lonely
Dancing to the hearse

Old … left here by myself
Old old old
Don’t wanna be by myself
Old old old
You know I did it by myself

(Sax refrain)

You know it’s lonely by myself x3

Oh

 

Background

  • There's not a lot of words in this song
  • The "secret love" is really just teenage lust that's embarrassing but ever-present
  • It's written from the viewpoint of a not-particularly-good-looking teenage male who sees attempts at courtship as something of a battle
    • struggling with the dilemma of lusting after girls/women who he has less respect for than he might want to have ...
      • ... to make it OK to fancy them so much.
  • The "jester" and the "gentleman" are personality aspects he'd like to prevail in his attempts to encourage women to have sex with him
    • they're at odds with other, less-appealing, aspects of his personality that'd he'd rather not expose or unearth

 

Lyrics

Oh young lady
Gird your loins and let the battle begin
This better be a secret love
And may the jester or the gentleman win

Oh

Oh get ready let the hut hut hut start
You may well be all over the place
But you sweat perfume my love

Oh

Oh

Oh

Only You, Only Me …

Those high blown ideas of “live for today”
They just sank without a trace
I’ve tried too hard throwing care to the wind
But it’s blow back in my face
And you don’t seem to understand
The way I feel about you
You don’t seem to understand
No oh

Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see
Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see

I live in hope and will die in despair
I sweat it too much you say
And Rob’s fat face says “Don’t worry about it” …
“Just get it out and have a good play”
And you don’t need to understand
The way I feel about you
You just don’t want to understand

Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see
Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see

Break
… n … nn …. N .. n

Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see
Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see

A damp romance in a Swanage backstreet
She’s probably forgotten by now
Her voice plagues me like a peptic ulcer
“Ere … what’s he … talkin’ about?!”
And you don’t seem to understand
The way I feel about you
And I don’t seem to understand
No oh

Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see
Only You, Only Me
Only every single person you’ll ever see