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This is an interesting one, definitely my second favourite
after “Trivia” on the album and the other track I’d show people
early doors before the album had come together. My intention
throughout the whole project was to maintain a BPM above
the standard 80-90 that a lot of my more recent stuff has been
at just to try and cancel out that sleepy jazz, if only for an
album...So this was produced at 114 BPM and exported from
Fruity Loops ready to record. I exported it incorrectly however
and due to the bitrate between FL and Cubase (or summat) it
ended up squeezing itself and turning out closer to 119. I had
no idea and recorded the whole thing, then realised it was
faster than intended a couple of days later. I then went back to
the 114 BPM version and thought I’d re-record it. Nope. Not as
good. It needed that extra drive. So if there hadn’t have been
a mistake in exporting I may not have even liked this track
enough to put on the album, who knows. I think I’ll probably
stick to the original 114 if I ever do it live though...!
This song epitomises everything I stand for. I have a bad
reputation for leaving nights out if I can’t be arsed or if the
music isn’t doing it for me. I try not to be rude about it, more
recently I barely go out at all. There’s a lot to be said for not
having that attitude though, I try and strike a balance, but I’m
in my 30s now, I have my comforts!
Please note: the “British women swinmming team” bit is
because I consider watching swimming boring...!
lyrics
When I die I want everybody to go for a drink/
And leave cos it’s pricey and the music is shit/
King Antisocial not born for the nightlife/
I’m slippers and pipe after dinner and wine with my wife/
And nobody else.../
Here’s some advice, I hope that it helps/
People are arseholes, I know I can tell/
Out on a Friday night, or at home by yourself/
But for me, I’d rather watch the British women swimming team/
Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin’ “Cream”/
For a dance and a rave/
“Where’d you meet your missus?” I was dancing away/
But that was different, that was back in the day/
Now I’m older and I’m grumpy and I’m stuck in my ways/
“Dunt your missus like to danc...”
...Stop interrupting me mate/
I’m trying to make a point about how it’s rubbish to rave/
How it’s rubbish to pay, a couple hundred for a/
Glass of summat you coulda made from your cupboard today/
Then you can shout at your mates over loud shit songs/
And have a dance with your dignity…oh it’s gone/
Shame for you, it’s not a shame for me/
Not saving up to kill my liver for a daily fee/
But with each chosen night that I don’t go to I/
Can’t complain if I’ve got no social life//
CHORUS x2
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/
To never go out for a drink to a club/
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/
To never go out on the piss to a pub//
So I feel I’ve got no mates left/
I may as well up sticks and head stage left/
Jump on the M62 head straight west/
Get a bigger house, make a great nest/
But the reason I’m feeling there’s nobody left/
I’m the antisocial one who’s stubborn as heck/
And hasn’t been out for a pint for a while/
Without a frown, or pout but a smile/
Ready to spout all types of denial/
About how I’m sound and my life int a pile/
Of steaming dog turd without seeming awkward/
Don’t generally speak how you feel in Yorkshire/
Stiff upper lip with a zip/
But getting pissed quickly unzips/
Soon you’re telling your mates missus she’s shit/
And isn’t good enough for him, like you think she’s a bitch/
Wake up the next day, brain in a messed state/
Wait, did I just say I hated my good mates lass?/
Didn’t mean that/
Can I take it back?/
Damage kinda done/
Feelin like a twat/
Cheers alcohol you’re the best/
Now I’m in a whole other mess/
This is why I don’t go for a Becks/
And just stay inside with smoke in my chest/
Feeling old and depressed//
CHORUS x2
When you leave without saying “bye” it’s called a “French Exit”/
When you put idiots in charge you get Brexit/
When you give lads booze you get sexists/
Is there a girl over 18 that hasn’t been molested?/
By a guy, getting touchy and feely/
Trying to justify he was drunk, was he really?/
Or does every man just love to reveal he/
Is a mammal that requires rape just to feel he/
Passed, his sperm down the line/
The world is designed to further his climb/
To the top - adverts are so posed/
Hip-hop with endless reference to “those hoes”/
The idea a woman can look so-so/
And isn’t worth your time and effort with those clothes/
Get the new “this” and please pay for “that”/
Face up facts, it’s the makeup mask that’ll make those lads undertake
that age old task/
Find your inner Kate Moss that’s/
Just what we all want/
...Add personality...it’s just as important/
...But said that - just cos we all nod/
But deep down we lust for a jaw drop/
Or a heart throb, or a super model/
But you won’t find love in your two McDonalds/
I’m not out doing battle on Tinder and stuff/
Perhaps if I hadn’t bumped into my love/
And that’s why our social life int up to much/
We’re in, just a couple of sticks in the mud//....
