The Nerves

by The Cut Ups

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Produced by John Hannon, and recorded at No Recording, Essex. Franz Nicolay plays the organ on this recording. The artwork was drawn by Mark Smith.

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released January 1, 2017

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Jon, Dan, Rez, Jack and Pippa are a punk rock band from Exeter.

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Track Name: An Introduction
I’m standing right here and I declare my humanity
because I never felt comfortable with abandoning.
And if you can’t hear the ring of that truncheon thing, you soon will.

There’s progress and hope in the mundanity,
The total miles that I moved from my town is thirteen.
Can’t hate anyone that don’t want to hate me, won’t hate me.

Surrounded by darkness but we’re all burning with light.
Pacifism is the preparation I have for the fight.
I don’t know what’s perfect but I know what’s not right, what’s not right.
Track Name: End Of The Road
Hands up if you’re sick of intimidation,
But heads down if you’re resigned to the same.
We’re bound to see, there’s meant to be, changes coming
At the end of the road, end of the road, end of the road.

I hope somebody told the radio.
I hope somebody told the news.
There’s going to be a turn coming swiftly,
At the end of the road, end of the road, end of the road.

My hope is where we might not go.
But I rest assured we can always know,
There’s hope for those nobody knows.

You’re not the only one bored of oppression,
Eyes grow dim, it’s wearing thin, nothing changed.
Putting in the effort for the struggle,
Near the end of the road, end of the road, end of the road.

My hope is where we might not go.
But I rest assured we can always know,
There’s hope for those nobody knows.

Bigotry, not here.
Tragedy, no fear.
Track Name: Nervous and Anxious
Rosa was a punk because the first record she heard,
Was a window to another world, a world that she preferred.
And when the rain came, and terror would set in,
She’d put that record on again, and listen to Joe sing.

Are you nervous and anxious at the thought of giving in?
Roll up your sleeves and start again.

There was Ezra and Nehemiah too,
My Mum’s cousins. (twice removed).
Two big mouths who sometimes spoke the truth,
Told me a story now I sing it too.

Are you nervous and anxious at the thought of giving in?
Roll up your sleeves and start again.

William wasn’t sure,
If this could be any better than it was before.

Are you nervous and anxious at the thought of giving in?
Roll up your sleeves and start again.
Are you nervous and anxious at the thought of giving in?
Roll up your sleeves and start again.
Track Name: Thomas Orchard Is No Longer Around
Thank God for good coppers.
I wish the rest of them would do their jobs first.
Thank God for good coppers.

I wish I’d say something that’s so profound,
But that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.
And the paving stones know that there’s truth to be found,
But that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.

He climbed the hill, now a journey profound,
I heard the sirens like everyone else,
The policemen came to lay the law down,
Now that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.

Thank God for good coppers.
I wish the rest of them would do their jobs first.
Thank God for good coppers.

Locked in a cell half a mile from the town,
With a bruise on his head that hadn’t gone down.
Pinned to the floor under two hundred pounds.
Now that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.

The doctors and nurses could not understand
As the ambulance sped, so as not to compound
What they’d done to stop all his sounds,
Now that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.

I wish I could say something so profound,
But that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.
And the paving stones know that there’s truth to be found,
But that lad Thomas Orchard’s no longer around.

And the Minister prayed for a proper account,
As they laid Thomas Orchard’s bones in the ground.
Justice declared, but injustice abounds
Now that lad Thomas Orchard is no longer around.
Track Name: Walt Whitman's Punkrock Band
The roads: separate as could be.
The paths filled with hopes all calling me.
If life was ten times my due,
Still need more to see it all through.

Walt Whitman’s punk rock band sang clearly
Every atom belonging to you, as good belongs to me

Hoping for to begin to make the chance
To make a difference to my sleep and rest.
All rests on my conscious past
And hassles my future plans.

I’m never gonna be like you.
Track Name: Head Over Water
Head over water
What's the difference if your eyes are closed though
It's making it better
At least if you feel it is then you should know.

Where will it take you?
Do you really wanna go there anyway?
It's so easy to say things that people expect you to say.

Grace is older than yesterday
Willing's holding out on me
Swallow me I'm numb now to everything
And it's all okay with me.

Head over water
What's the difference if your eyes are closed
It's getting harder
But I'm impressed, you're a real actor you know.

The first part of changing is admitting it
Whatever you say just get on with it
You'll still be around in the background
Saying the things that you're always saying.

Grace is older than yesterday
Willing's holding out on me
Swallow me I'm numb now to everything
And it's all okay with me.
Track Name: Everything Needn't Fall Apart
I’m sick of talk of mandates, sick, just sick.
And I’m bored of motions towards progress, bored, just bored.

There’s too much waiting, while everything falls apart.
Already moving, while you’re sat at the start.

They’re dead before we plan the rescue, dead, just dead.
And I’m done with expecting something better. Done, just done.

I still conclude that things get better.
Track Name: We'll All Sail On
My friend gave up everything.
Writ online with a eulogy that was honest and deprecating,
But still a denial.

“There have been too many days when existence is everything,
so everything I own, is in the park on fire”.

It’s been so long, since I felt like me.
Am I so wrong, to give up everything?
Am I now recovering, what it means to be a human being?
Or am I losing everything?

Crossed my mind quite significantly,
Words he’d wrote some years previously
On the ending of reliance by society upon religion.

If I was to offer some précis on what occurred the other day,
I’d suggest my pal was lost without concrete answers.

We’ll all sail on without certainty.
And I now recovering, what it means to be a human being?
Or am I losing everything?

We’ll all sail on without certainty.
Am I so wrong, to give up everything?
Track Name: You Don't Need To Fit In
Are you paralysed by fear and feeling sick to death…
Of what you’re told you need to change and who to be instead?
Guess what? I feel your pain! Still sometimes feel the same,
I can’t write it clearer, we don’t need to fit in.

Well, hell yes! I lived regretfully, with fear intentionally.
Who would remember me, remember me again?

The morning of the day, when I knew I wasn’t dead
But couldn’t rise for love nor cash, nor chances infinite.
Well, guess what? I’m here again, still sometimes feel the same.
We don’t need to fit in.

Well, hell yes! I lived regretfully, with fear intentionally.
Life wasn’t meant to be; I’m starting it again.

I’m starting again.
Track Name: A Nuclear Half-Life
Meet me where we’ve always waited
The exit’s set and I’ll bring everything.
I still wonder why you’re never frightened too.
With one misstep there’s nothing left for you.

It was a long drive,
A nuclear half-life
Or, one more chance to stay alive,
With no one that we knew.

Leaving while the streets are empty,
The chanced regrets, but there’s no empathy.
And I wonder what’s in front of me
The sun’s well set and I can hardly see.

It was a long drive
But it took that long to realise
There’s always chance to come alive.
And start a life brand new.
Track Name: Stay Obscure
The cannons and the tanks, Capote’s three,
The cannons and the tanks, Capote’s three,
The Texas is the reason EP,
The cannons and the tanks, Capote’s three,
The Texas is the reason EP,
The Texas is the reason EP,
God helped the girl, but not me.

Aoife never knew, and I lived so hopelessly too.

Stay obscure, stay lost, Stay obscure, stay lost.
Become weirder, aim across, become weirder, aim across.
No future, except for you and me.
Sold everything to buy your ring.

I was hoping for no headaches
Laying above the ground
The feelings up and ended
As if there’d never been a sound.