Aaron J Stevens

Aaron J Stevens

 Derby, England, GBR
BandPop

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Lyrics

It's Not Me

Written By: Aaron J Stevens

She was a girl with the sun in her eyes,
With her feet on the ground, but her head in the skies.
Thought she knew what she need wanted exactly,
But she was a woman, who didn’t know anything.

Chorus:

Oh, no, no, don’t you see, it’s you, and not me.
I’ve tried to explain, but you’re not listening again.

Past was a time of quixotical sympathy,
In the right frame of mind, it’s all coming back to me.
Absurd as the man who cannot start his journey,
For fear of beginning, in an imperfect place.

Chorus

Sat on the floor she’s condemning humanity,
Immutable side effect - self fulfilling apathy.
You’d think that she’d studied an infinite history,
To be sure her world view was so complete, just & true.

Oh, no, don’t you see, it’s you, and not me.
I’ve tried to explain, but you’re not listening again.
You, you, girl, my girl are free, to do as you will.
But stagnating waiting for change, never caused anything but pain.

You’ve got to make it happen, Just make it happen. Yeah, you’ve got to make it happen.

It's Not Me

Written By: Aaron J Stevens

She was a girl with the sun in her eyes,
With her feet on the ground, but her head in the skies.
Thought she knew what she need wanted exactly,
But she was a woman, who didn’t know anything.

Chorus:

{Oh, no, no, don’t you see, it’s you, and not me.
I’ve tried to explain, but you’re not listening again}.

Past was a time of quixotical sympathy,
In the right frame of mind, it’s all coming back to me.
Absurd as the man who cannot start his journey,
For fear of beginning, in an imperfect place.

{Chorus}

Sat on the floor she’s condemning humanity,
Immutable side effect - self fulfilling apathy.
You’d think that she’d studied an infinite history,
To be sure her world view was so complete, just & true.

Oh, no, don’t you see, it’s you, and not me.
I’ve tried to explain, but you’re not listening again.
You, you, girl, my girl are free, to do as you will.
But stagnating waiting for change, never caused anything but pain.

You’ve got to make it happen, Just make it happen. Yeah, you’ve got to make it happen.

Wasted In Shoreham

Written By: Aaron J Stevens

Oh druggy fools of Shoreham, do wake up and hear these words.
From your messy lazy drug dens, fantasies of druggy birds.
From your drug dazed paranoia, 10 years on you’ll be the same.
Retarded social skills, won’t ever be drugs (that you will blame).

Your drug loans go in to thousands, and your memory‘s gone to pot.
All normal people are scared of you, and the B.O your pikey mate’s got.
But you’re deluded that you’re superior, and that druggy birds are hot.
(All two of them) in Shoreham, deluded in Shoreham. Shoreham, yeah druggies of Shoreham.

You’re trashed if things are going wrong, trashed celebrating if they’re alright.
Even an old friends funeral, is a call for another messy night. WAKE UP can you see the irony? Druggies of Shoreham.

Tesco’s evil, America’s evil, but it’s okay, to drive on drugs.
The police are twisted, the church is immoral, while you’re giving your best mates druggy bird special hugs.
All’s a conspiracy, corporate corruption, but cocaine funded war is not your problem.
You broke ass joke folk under a drug cloak, how many people been smuggled for your k and coke?
Guns and grenades, traded for your e-pills, to give you false memories, convince you you’ve got dancing skills.
Shoreham: Can you see the irony? Of morality? Misanthropy in Shoreham.

Neat hallucinations, deep conversation, but ask any normal person – you’re just a rubbish talking boredom station.
Oh reality, is being cruel to thee, druggies of Shoreham.
You think that you’re worldly, ‘cos you’ve been to the Dam n sat alone stoned in a coffee shop.
Druggy clowns, IQ’s going down, beer makes you dumb, but dope is a crown of stupidity, amongst the monkeys, with damaged personalities, of Shoreham town.
If you could see yourselves, it’s pure boredom. Shoreham. Druggies of Shoreham.

‘Our lives are so boring, drugs are our only hope’.
5 minutes with them - and you’ll see why they call it dope.
Shoreham. Any normal people round here, Just ignore ‘em. Oh the druggies of Shoreham.

You say you’re happy living this way, but two hours later, withdrawal symptoms say something else, oh rushing to your next joint.
100 miles an hour, isn’t a problem, when it’s drugs at stake.
Feelin’ good, ’til the come down kicks in.
When does it end? Ask a dead drugged up friend.
Shoreham. 10 years on still doing the same.
Shoreham. If you could see yourselves, it’s pure Boredom. Druggies of Shoreham.
Boredom…Lives Wasted in Shoreham.