Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out, love goes cold in the shades of doubt.
Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out, love goes cold in the shades of doubt.
Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you’re my wonderwall.
Naughty boys in nasty schools, headmaster’s breaking all the rules, having fun and playing fools, smashing up the woodwork tools.
Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go. Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go.
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love and understanding?
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
But if you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long. Because if it’s gone for you then I too may lose it and that that would be wrong.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
The high highs make it well worthy of being in the magnificent seven… hundreds on the best 1,000 albums ever project.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
From ska to punk to new wave to pop, all performed with the extreme exuberance and confidence of youth and with tongues firmly planted in cheeks… I guess you can only describe it as Madness.
An unusual but ultimately pleasing combination of traditional Irish music and modern American rock.
A delirious blast of UK punk.
Conjures the feeling of being inside a gritty, indie British gangster flick and/or hanging out in a pub on a dreary English afternoon.