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Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line is the loudest
Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and sudoku
If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again,
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild
Blackberries
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
[Repeat: x8]
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line is the loudest
Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and sudoku
If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again,
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild
Blackberries
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
[Repeat: x8]
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
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Note the 'If I could do it again' part, and 'just give me moments' - clear references.
This is a beautiful song that artfully recalls a beautiful poem, and adds the very moving and powerful images of the deafening London Underground (The Northern Line being one part of the London subway system) filled with unhappy commmuters, and the 'endless' feeling of January - the month that is known to be, statistically, the highest for suicides.
A wonderful piece of music, especially to somebody who takes the Northern Line every day (and as the time of writing this comment it is mid-January).
"I left you blueberries in the fridge
The little thing that I can do"
maybe there about the same person they have similar meanings in biko it seems as if he wants more effort in holding things together
just a guess,
gordy said:
"waiting for the 7:18' was originally a ballad. when we revisted it we just whacked it on top of a frenetic drum & bass beat and it went nuts"
of people with normal carrers and such mess like that,
and now he's reminsing on old memeories
and how he wishes he had more moments instead of hours...
am i right?
like you have to take some risks in life.
and it could be involved with relationships.
i like the xylophone in this song
it makes it so much sweeter.
then with the upbeat drums.
and then when he says.
LETS GO TO brighton.
hes saying okay. LETS TRY AGain.
you fall off the horse YOU get back on the horse.
though i have a question..
when do you listen to songs like this?
when your feeling like the artist??