deathpixie | Music spam.

Back last year, Dex and I ran a plot in [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] called "Buy Now Pay Later", about a boy called Charlie. It was based on three Whitlams songs. Here are the lyrics, with the songs themselves:

Charlie Number One.

We've seen her type before
Sandals and the hair
They fall in love with big dumb boys
And we sit and stare

So we walk the long way home
Glasses in our hands
When the last of the ice is eaten
Throw them as far as we can

There's a problem
There's no sleepy girl to wrap you in her loving arms
There's a lizard on the doorstep
And there is music in my head

We put the world on hold
Two young men growing old
We talk of years like lost weekends
And the harbour shrugs

Because friends are getting fewer
And we vow life will be fuller
But if the last of our dreams is broken
We'll walk the same way home

There's a gold star on your forehead
But there is trouble up ahead
Charlie what'll become of us?
I had my dreams for both of us
For both of us

You might be unworthy
But you remember what I remember
And that's enough to care
You don't fall off the rails

Buy Now Pay Later (Charlie Number Two)

Charlie you're not my Charlie anymore
You're screwing it up
You're killing your soul with an audience looking on

If I hadn't left early last night
I would have made a speech to you
How you're not the only one you're going to hurt

If you don't believe me I don't believe in you
Makes it all feel better does it?
Makes you feel like heaven does it?
You loved it and you spent accordingly

You can't afford it now
You'll try and you'll fail
And love it like a little dog
And feed it on the scraps you find
And kiss it while you're still asleep
You buy now and pay laterp So where's the problem you can ask if you keep your head up
But the road is long and you're falling asleep at the wheel
Here's a girl going crazy about you and I'm not far behind
Can you care about your friends anymore?
You buy now and pay later

Charlie Number Three

He'll need some time to get over this
But a moment is all he can spare
His buddies out there in the city lights
And he is trying to care

See him offering himself to the world
Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor
I'll be happy just to catch him again
We go out we don't always come back

The night pressing in on his weary mind
There's a half-eaten moon in the sky
Nothing is calling him back to bed
And no-one is saying goodbye

See him offering himself to the world
Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor
Yeah I'll be happy just to catch him again
We go out because we go back
And back and back.

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Hmm, my extra icons seem to have expired. Damn. No Whitlams icon.