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released 02 January 2012
All songs* written by Guy Nottage ©2011.

All instruments and production* - Guy Nottage.

Recorded in Bath, London and Norfolk between June and September 2011.

*Except track 7 - written by Hatch / Nottage ©2011, instruments and production - Steve Hatch and Guy Nottage.

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Guy Nottage UK

London-based singer-songwriter Guy Nottage lends a strong sense of Englishness to a particularly American soundscape. His distinctive bellow has been likened to a young Van Morrison, his onstage intensity to that of Connor Oberst and his vivid lyrics are reminiscent of Bruce Springsteen – if The Boss were to sing about the English Riviera, decaying seaside towns and the London riots, that is. ... more

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Track Name: Dust On The Shelves
So we’re staying in again
Dinner’s on the table
Face pressed against the window,
I wish I wasn’t able to see

All the Soho lights beneath me
I have to draw the curtain
There’s dust on the piano
But I cannot be too certain
If it’s my dead skin,
My dead skin or yours

Are we shedding off our histories?
Do we undress them from ourselves?
Will we stay as separate entities?
As our pasts become entwined
And lay a bed of dust on the shelves

Dancing down in Old Street,
We’d talk until the morning
Now it’s dancing on the TV,
Jaded eyes and yawning

Are we shedding off our histories?
Do we undress them from ourselves?
Will we stay as separate entities?
As our pasts become entwined
And lay a bed of dust on the shelves

Two worlds collided oh so young,
Their cosmic paths have come undone
And melded into one

Are we shedding off our histories?
Do we undress them from ourselves?
Will we stay as separate entities?
As our pasts become entwined
And lay a bed of dust on the shelves
Track Name: Let It Burn
The Thames flowed with blood,
Steel rusted on Blackfriars,
Where I felt the point the wind suddenly turned
And the sky plunged into smoke
From the inner-city fires
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn

The gaping shop windows
Spewed out children like pus
On diseased streets, in a city left infirm
A mob of sylver polyester
Torched a double-decker bus
And let it burn, let it burn, let it burn

I breathe in this city
Inhale its misery

Blank eyes staring out of council flats
Twenty storeys high
See the glow across the city that has spurned them
When there’s no jobs, no hope,
When you’re just born and then you die,
You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn

We breathe in this city
But the air’s incendiary

You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn

Well, the ashes of destruction
Will be swept from our front doors
And hidden in a Victorian urn
But when the Rose of England sprouts
From the graves of our poor
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn

You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
You let it burn, let it burn, let it burn for me.
Track Name: Same Direction
Another glass
Before they shut the bar?
It’s gone so fast -
You’re moving like a shooting star
If you’re going home,
Do you need someone to take you to your door?

I think we’re heading in the same direction,
Cruisin’ til the first fork in the road
But if you’re waiting for the intersection
To turn off, then I would rather know now
‘Cos I couldn’t take that blow

Let’s take a trip
In my beat-up Ford Sierra? (My old Ford Sierra)
To the stip
Of the English Riviera (Let’s start a brand new era!)
Catch the sun rise
And get to know each other better than before

I think we’re heading in the same direction,
Cruisin’ til the first fork in the road
But if you’re waiting for the intersection
To turn off, then I would rather know now
‘Cos I couldn’t take that blow down the line

They’re saying “Hold on!”
“It’s early days, go with the flow” (Just go with the flow!)
But I’ve been here before and
I don’t wanna put my
Heart and soul into something, unless

We are heading in the same direction,
Cruisin’ past the first fork in the road
But if you’re waiting for the intersection
To turn off, then I would rather know now
‘Cos I couldn’t take that blow down the line

Oh, I would rather just know
So, if you’ve gotta go, girl,
Just go.
Track Name: Nelson Road
I'm walking back down Nelson Road,
The sea air makes my soul corrode.
It's winter, I'm going home.
A derelict college now a junkies' den
"Asylum seekers go home" scrawled in marker pen
On a lamp-post
On the east coast
"Come on, come on - you'll be late for school"
A teen mother's pleading with her daughter
Her youth was slaughtered
When the seed was sown
Now she wants to go home

Empty shops, smashed windowscreens
A group of hoodies hanging round the cash machine
Are they waiting for anything?
Country Joe sings in the market place
CDs and coppers in his guitar case
As an old couple wait
For small chips and skate,
Joe sings "Irene goodnight, oh, goodnight Irene"
Memories of polka dots and Brylcreem
And roller-coaster screams,
How the years have flown,
They'll never get home.

And as the Cristal flows from Fleet Street
To the drains of Bishopsgate,
On Nelson Road,
All that’s left to drink from is the state.

Windswept and soaked in beer,
Schoolgirls strut the catwalk of the pier
In high heels as the night-time falls
The promenade draped in neon light,
They're spilling onto the streets just to catch the fight
Young man takes a fist
For the lips he kissed,
"Move on, move on - there's nothing to see here"
Never a truer word was spoken.
Battered and broken
Streets and bones
And I know I'm home.
Track Name: Get Me Out Of Here
Saw her running down the old parade,
Heading to the moonlit beach
My love for her burned like these arcades
She could see the neon miles from her reach
And it was glowing still when she left me -
It’s flickered on for all these years

You’ve gotta get me out of here
You’ve gotta get me out of here
I’m trapped by the hope that she’ll take me back
So you gotta get me out of here

I tried running from the memories
But all these street wear that vanilla scent
And every coffee shop is like a cemetery
With every cup a gravestone for the hours we spent
And every drop of wine tastes like blood
Seeping through her heart’s veneer

You’ve gotta get me out of here
You’ve gotta get me out of here
I’m trapped by the hope that she’ll take me back
So you gotta get me out of here

I’m sitting in a roller-coaster car
In the middle of the night
The wheels have stopped, the fairground’s locked
But I’m holding just as tight
As when she moved me
She might move again

You’ve gotta get me out of here
You’ve gotta get me out of here
I’m trapped by the hope that she’ll take me back
So you gotta get me out of here
Track Name: Neon Kiss
Amy, the North Sea wind turned your face maroon
When you laid with me on the beach, beneath the last full moon
Of summer
That evening, you filled your car with tinned food, books and clothes
Leaving these fairground lights and pleasure beach freak shows

Moving on, forgetting that you ever felt like this -
Our dark seaside town,
Lit up by a neon kiss

Last night, as the Christmas tree went up on the parade
A brass light flickered through your bedroom window shade

I thought I was moving on,
But suddenly you’re back from the abyss
And that dark cobbled street
Lit up like a neon kiss

Lit up like the fireworks
Hailing on the Ocean Rooms,
The arcade music swirled again
As lovers snuck
Behind the dunes where we first pressed our lips
Surely something in your heart must miss
That dark tunnel of love
Lit up by a neon kiss

Amy, I don’t need Gypsy Rose Lee to foretell
I’ll fade here without you with me on this carousel
Going round and round
And round and round
And round and round
And round and round...
Track Name: Southeast By Miles [with The Awkward South]
Solitude again, it's Tuesday night,
Fluorescent light is draining
All the color from my face
On a mission, waking Camp Lejeune,
My whisky tune is breaking,
But Dickel's burn cannot erase

How I traded home with her for a hotel
I didn't know that road would never end

And I’m Southeast by miles
Sharing the same night sky
Sacrifice seemed worthwhile
But now I'm throwing stones
At the stars above
Wishing I could take her back

London Bridge again, the Gravesend train
Rolls into the station,
Drag my battered bags on board
Across the midnight sky Canary Wharf
Glows in isolation,
Why did I ever cut the cord?

A tattered photo won’t stop me feeling alone
She’s just a disembodied voice on my phone

And I’m Southeast by miles
Sharing the same night sky
Sacrifice seemed worthwhile
But now I'm throwing stones
At the stars above
Wishing I could take her back
Wishing I could take her back

Some decisions come to haunt you
Throwing shadows on your past
But even if i passed her on the street
Would our eyes meet?
Or would I still be

Southeast by miles?
Sharing the same night sky
Sacrifice seemed worthwhile
But now I'm throwing stones
At the stars above
Wishing I could take her back
Wishing I could take her back
Wishing I could take her back