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Weird Weekends

by Laurie Shaw

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1.
Intro 00:15
Welcome to the town that tour guides induce North American spunk-bubbles to come find their roots It’s just a spec of dust On a pink lightbulb It’s just a single twig in the river That runs around the back of this town Where the paint is stripped And the wall paper’s peeling Tourists only see it in their peripheral When they’re looking for the stone circle They’ll never find them up there on the shittest hill in the world But nonetheless a hill Where litter collects and late at night, Teenage fantasies are met No, it’s not quite Kaya Scodalario Well, it could be if you want but I was always too frightened To let it get as exciting as that I’d prefer to watch whilst the wheels came off And legs would collapse under the weight of consumption Yeah, it’s never quite pink lightbulbs It’s almost like I never… I never looked hard enough But I’ve seen the underbelly Of the tourist trail I’ve seen people pissing on the rock That overlooks the bay I’ve heard people at it in the flats above The quaint bookshop-cum-café I’ve seen up past the bed and breakfasts And the county league training grounds Where late at night, we’ve trekked across So as not to be found I’ve seen people screwing against the wildlife guide plaques I’ve seen people banging tabs in the bat sanctuary Well, all that broken glass must have come from somewhere No, it’s not from the sea When they see that little secondary school With its culturally invoking crest Oh, yeah, but in there there’s teenage lust brewing It’s close to spewing out and submerging the town in a flood That happened once but it was just rainwater It was exciting stuff To see it all ground to halt Things got weird and people had to stay at other people’s houses Until the water went down And these kind of afternoons are when girls find out That the boys they thought were just friends Are actually ‘the one’ and they go up to her bedroom Whilst her mum is putting sandbags down in the door of the salon And get it on Pink lightbulbs and clothes and Bombay mix lips Nuclear fingertips The internet is slow but there’s about twenty places To get a coffee to go, Maybe we could go?
2.
Countries 03:35
I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting around for you to arrive again Standing under the tangled branches of despair I see someone She’s got your hair but none of your definition Put me in a tough position Past the park Past the woods Past the river Past the mountains Past the countries Where are we? Past the countries Where are we? What are countries? Where are we? Just in the ocean, all at sea I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting around for you to arrive again For your perfume to strangle me to the floor again Spend an afternoon chasing your lips and hands It’s worth the weight of the ocean and its depth Past the park Past the woods Past the river Past the mountains Past the countries Past the countries Where are we? Where are we? Where are we? Where are we?
3.
You’re like night time in the summer Uncomfortable and always late Holy hell, pray-tell hotels Where the seagulls circle over seafoam Wait, my dear Do the seagulls turn to eagles when the weather turns? Branches turn to ashes when the kindling burns Fake smile October tides Where we disobeyed the warning signs I want to disobey more warning signs If it’s bites as brown as the breaking branches That seem to break like brittle plans Now regret is airborne And it’s circling you like prey Do I detect deep down there are More feelings at play? Did he try and twist your arm And end up breaking your wrist? Dragging and depositing A heartache longshore drift Walking on eggshells Sometimes you’ve got to stamp them in the sand Loveless alarm bells Don’t waste your time planting in arid land Like a tissue comes undone In the washing machine drum In bits it all comes Into bits we all become… Breaking branches Bites as brown Breaking branches Bites as brown Breaking branches Eyes as brown Breaking branches Two hearts as brittle
4.
You thought he’d got off With the ballerina who looked just like Kate Bush And she could sing Wuthering Heights dead good Mind you, you were smoking drugs That night, oh in the grizzly between weeks Between summer and September 1st Time was going to do its worst to you Two years of kids converge As some had done fourth year and some had not And you met a boy who didn’t take himself so serious He’s a way out is he? From your mum’s depression and your dad’s redundancy? Oh he makes you feel special because He blushes when he talks to you. But now, there is another He’s a little bit older He knows his culture And he says so sweetly to you, yeah he says… “Meet you down in Rino, Bring the crisps, I’ll bring the vino And don’t bother changing baby, Because I like you in your polo shirt” Before the superglue has dried, On your final year project, Sneak out early and come down “I’ll be hanging around the picnic benches” So all your friends keep saying It’s a bit like Manhattan But you don’t know what they mean I guess because you’ve never been Oh he’s a little less embarrassed To be around you now, he sits with you in computers And he’s pretty good… Well, he’s very good at English But now, there is another He’s a little bit older He knows the right spot on your shoulder To put his lips and make you wish you were Down at Rino Caught between his chino’s Sipping chilled pino grizio His band’s playing the Kino in a month And you etched your names into the picnic table Because it’s you and him forever Even though forever’s much nearer for him Monday, in computers You feel like you don’t have to incentivise yourself You don’t have to be anyone else for this boy But he feels so far away now Yeah, you can’t go back to pre-first time and holding hands You’ve grown too fast And now you’ve landed smack bang in the middle of skipped period blues
5.
We were in your room And we were listening to your mum’s old records You put the White Album on And said this was their magnum opus I didn’t know what you meant But I could see down your vest And then the grooves got out of focus “There’s a party on on Saturday night, You should come” I said “I’d love to, but the lift in’s a pain For my mum” She said “well, you could stay at mine And it might coincide with my mum Doing nights in the hospital” So Saturday came and inconspicuously I Said I was “going down to town tonight” I was staying with Darren (yeah his mum was in on it too) But I was so frightened underneath and uptight My mum said “are you alright?” I said “I’m fine!” Though it ended in a fight, eventually I arrived She dropped me off But I wanted to die I kind of wanted just to go home and watch corrie that night Enough to sacrifice weird weekends for her? I could just picture you taking your clothes off Like it’s so routine and me there feeling sick as per And ugly It looks so easy In 33mm, now we’re dodging bouncers Standing by the speakers, And she looks like a screen goddess But I wonder will she feel like one? Will her skin go static when I press my fingers up against her? Now I’m in two minds If I want your mum doing nights At the hospital
6.
Shatterproof 03:57
7.
Your brother’s just grown out of shoplifting And gotten into girls Your mum is just a stranger bookending the day Sat at the table with her head in her hands After you dad left for the late shift girl in the Yellow River Chinese She’s only 22, and he says she’s warmed to you Oh that afternoon your mum went in and tried to break her nose It’s a rubbish month and everyone at school knows I suppose But tonight, there’s something in the air Is it the carbon monoxide settling just inches above you around here? You get a lift to Ciara’s and you both get dressed together You’ve got a new concoction, You can make the doubt fade out Just like some soap, you can bring the theme song on And the song you’ve got on is sophistication It’s easy to forget in the mass exodus To the toilet’s to do make up, “Anthony’s making me blush” She says “he bought me a drink and said we should do shots together. Well I don’t know, he’s nice and all but I much prefer Trevor With his kind-of shy demeanour” “Ah, yeah, but his dad’s a mentalist” She says “I don’t care, I want to get myself into this, Oh, how I’d like to lose myself to him, he is the one I know it” She says “Well if he’s the one, Then I’m Olivia Newton John” And then she says “Ciara? Won’t you roll a fag for me? I’m going to make him want me, come on ladies, let’s do sophistication” He’s in the smoking shelter with his stupid gangly friends Two of them she’s kissed before and one of them For weeks on end they thought had got Sarah pregnant But she was just late She nearly told her mum and everything (Here’s tempting fate) You spark it up, start coughing (Thank god nobody’s watching) And the rain is beating on the corrugated plastic awning And there’s an irritating man requesting identification But he doesn’t ask you because he knows That what you’ve brought tonight’s sophistication “Hi, hi I’m Eloise, Do you have a light perchance? A lighter for me? A light for my cigarette? A light so I can light my cigarette? Because god knows that I need that nicotine!” ‘Oh, god, I’m blowing it’ she thinks And as he says “sorry, no”, she nearly knocks Christopher’s drink out of his hand Those hands that snaked their way up her tights One night last August And when they’d kiss he’d thrust and thought that they were making love she thinks That’s Rebecca’s theory anyway ‘Cause she got with him last Sunday He did the same to her when they were kissing in the woods And were discovered by some children on an egg hunt So much for sophistication Now she’s talking fast about how she Might have left her straighteners on but Surely Ciara’s mum would have rang to say the house burnt down? And then he says “Oh, Eloise?” And she says “Yeah, Trevor that’s me” “Is your dad the one in prison or the one that’s banging Xian Lee?” Oh no! It’s followed you here, it’s got its fingers on the lower of your back The fear is here, it found you here You thought that you could change your clothes, Smoke a fag, drink a beer, strike a pose And finally that you could wipe the slate clean with some sweet sophistication Oh this could have been your chance Yes, this could have been your chance But that stupid boy had to ruin it You’ll fancy someone else tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow But you don’t want to go home You’d prefer to stay forever in this three walled cubical oh yeah
8.
Caught Out 02:59
I’m in deep trouble I didn’t do me homework last night I couldn’t care less though ‘Cause I had my hand in her hand And we were talking in the woods And as the mulch turned to sludge I said “love, I don’t want to be your seconds I reckon that’s not good for either of us” I want to get caught out I reckon that would sort this mess out I want him to come down to the woods One evening after school and see us making out You know it makes sense You said it yourself, he’s nothing to write home about In the silver rain, as stone turns the colour of slate And the jeans I changed into take on animal patterns and I’m hoping that the camera will pan, Away from the sanctuary And up to the embankment where He’ll be advancing I want to get caught out I reckon that would sort this mess out I want him to come down to the woods One evening after school and see us making out You know it makes sense You said it yourself, he’s nothing to write home about… He’s nothing to write home about
9.
Inserts 04:13
So now you’re back living with your mum and dad You and him broke up because he had other girls in the flat On those weird weekends when you were working nine til seven Down in a crumbling café, where one wall had been knocked through And they’d say they’re refurbishing But it’s never going to happen is it? It’s like you… Just because you show your inserts baby Doesn’t mean you get to be used like that But doesn’t mean you have to show your inserts, baby To every boy in town I’ve often dreamt what lies beneath I feel the picture’s incomplete Now I’m hanging around waiting for inserts, baby Every Saturday night Oh, you’re gloss cured ketamine to the touch And now you’re living with your mum and dad Back to the old bedroom where you fell for him so bad He was not like the others, he wasn’t just a little fun He was on the run from something And you wanted to be the only one to know what he was running from Just because you care to show your inserts baby Doesn’t mean you get to be used like that But doesn’t mean you have to show your inserts, baby To every boy in town I’ve often dreamt what lies beneath But I feel the picture’s incomplete Now I’m hanging around waiting for your inserts, baby Every Saturday night Does it take you right back to a certain time and place? “That’s the one” Like when you’re in the car and that Dido song comes on? You know its 2002 (or whenever it was…) You know it’s him and you forever Doing everyone in sight to get to each other, come on Just because you show your inserts baby Doesn’t mean you get to be used like that But doesn’t mean you have to show your inserts, baby To every boy in town I’ve often dreamt what lies beneath I feel the picture’s incomplete Now I’m hanging around waiting for your inserts, baby Every Saturday night
10.
Marlene 03:45
Now its spider country and she’s Marlene She was a black and white portrait of boredom And the disco never ends And the woods fill with mascara Are you thigh high in it now? Branches bowing, twist and snapping Uh-oh, Marlene They’re all in bed Ave Marlene Now we’re in the red Uh-oh, Marlene They’re all in bed Ave Marlene Now we’re in the red She blows a pink smoke ring up the stairs Miniature sunsets flash as she’s mouthing Well she’s “got to hit the road now” She’s a prickly customer She’s a web of shadows With double entendre lippy trying to mark your collar She’s the arachnid whisperer The envelope sealer The trap springer The potion bringer Uh-oh, Marlene They’re all in bed Ave Marlene Now we’re in the red She blows a pink smoke ring up the stairs Miniature sunsets flash as she’s mouthing Well she’s “got to hit the road now” (Got to hit the road now) (Got to hit the road now) (Got to hit the road now) Oh Marlene, she’s gone and hit the road now
11.
Welcome to the town that tour guides induce North American spunk-bubbles to come find their roots It’s just a spec of dust On a pink lightbulb It’s just a single twig in the river That runs around the back of this town Where the paint is stripped And the wall paper’s peeling Tourists only see it in their peripheral When they’re looking for the stone circle They’ll never find them up there on the shittest hill in the world But nonetheless a hill Where litter collects and late at night, Teenage fantasies are met No, it’s not quite Kaya Scodalario Well, it could be if you want but I was always too frightened To let it get as exciting as that I’d prefer to watch whilst the wheels came off And legs would collapse under the weight of consumption Yeah, it’s never quite pink lightbulbs It’s almost like I never… I never looked hard enough But I’ve seen the underbelly Of the tourist trail I’ve seen people pissing on the rock That overlooks the bay I’ve heard people at it in the flats above The quaint bookshop-cum-café I’ve seen up past the bed and breakfasts And the county league training grounds Where late at night, we’ve trekked across So as not to be found I’ve seen people screwing against the wildlife guide plaques I’ve seen people banging tabs in the bat sanctuary Well, all that broken glass must have come from somewhere No, it’s not from the sea When they see that little secondary school With its culturally invoking crest Oh, yeah, but in there there’s teenage lust brewing It’s close to spewing out and submerging the town in a flood That happened once but it was just rainwater It was exciting stuff To see it all ground to halt Things got weird and people had to stay at other people’s houses Until the water went down And these kind of afternoons are when girls find out That the boys they thought were just friends Are actually ‘the one’ and they go up to her bedroom Whilst her mum is putting sandbags down in the door of the salon And get it on Pink lightbulbs and clothes and Bombay mix lips Nuclear fingertips The internet is slow but there’s about twenty places To get a coffee to go, Maybe we could go?

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Recorded between May 2017 - October 2017

"Weird Weekends" is a nostalgic trip back to teenage-hood, a love letter to the small town of Kenmare where all these narratives originate from. From sea-foam swirling indie (Countries, Breaking Branches) and adolescent misadventures (Skipped Period Blues, Caught Out) to tales of teenage wildlife in the rural club scene (Sophistication) and moody midnight endeavours under shitty neon lights (Shatterproof, Marlene).

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released January 19, 2018

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Laurie Shaw Kenmare, Ireland

Laurie Shaw is a Wirral-born songwriter and producer. He now dwells in Ireland where he records from his mountain retreat. He often gigs in Cork, Dublin and the Merseyside area. He has released around 100 albums to date (all of which are available on request). ... more

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