Forest Gate EP

by Park Bench Society

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released 21 January 2012

Produced by Ben Matravers
Special Thanks to Dean Jackson

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Track Name: Room No.66
Dressed to impress but success slips from her finger tips,
Sure to catch something in those fish nets tonight,
Don’t know where she’s going don’t know where she thinks she is,
Trying to slip away, slipping out of sight,
And on the street corner at half past late,
Louring the sharks in with her bait but,
She don’t mind if they bite,
Wants to go back to before this started doing everything so half-hearted but,
Ain’t putting up a fight,
Up to the room number 66,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks,
And she knows she don’t deserve this,
But the knocks at the door ain’t room service,
And up to the room number 66,
Trying to solve problems she can’t fix,
Fed up of all the usual tricks,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks
Feeling so tense every word they say is tightening the vice,
Trying to stay that one step ahead,
But tempting sharks is a dangerous game so tread carefully,
Cause every shark needs to be fed,
The waves hit her and she begins to panic, going the same way as titanic,
There’s plenty more fish in the sea,
But I don’t know why she’s back for more,
Just look at the number on the door,
Cause that is where she’ll be.
Up to the room number 66,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks,
And she knows she don’t deserve this,
But the knocks at the door ain’t room service,
And up to the room number 66,
Trying to solve problems she can’t fix,
Fed up of all the usual tricks,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks
No, I know it’s been a long time, no, I know it’s been a long time,
Trouble shooting faults in your mind,
No, I know it’s been a long time; oh it’s been a long time
Contradicting words in your mind,
Up to the room number 66,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks,
And she knows she don’t deserve this,
But the knocks at the door ain’t room service,
And up to the room number 66,
Trying to solve problems she can’t fix,
Fed up of all the usual tricks,
Where all the boys go to get their kicks
Track Name: Girl From The City
Chorus

A head full of ache and a heart full of pity, fell in love with a girl from the city,
Is he a better man than I could be, cause she’s into him she’s not into me,
So smitten now but out of reach, cause she’s got a thing that they can’t teach,
And i'm hypnotised by her eyes so pretty, fell in love with a girl from the city.

Verse 1

She lives in a different neighbourhood, I’d call her up but it would do no good, and we haven’t spoken in a while,
She looks out the window at the skyline, a cathedral built in ancient times, and shops and stores that I’ve never heard of,
Traffic jams and in the morning rush, the men in suits rushing for the bus, and the voices echo through the street,
But I’ve been looking at the world through my window and misty pains of glass, holding on with out stretched arms to the things we fail to grasp,
But this wont change the way I feel, hook line and sinker caught on the reel.

Verse2

I’m from a quiet place with a quiet life, she’s from the city where its all high rise,
Where the crime fills the news through tinted glass and twisted views,
And now she’s leaving town, don’t suppose ill see her round,
I guess that’s the price I’ve paid, but kissing her is the best mistake I’ve made,
With her hair so blonde and her eyes so blue, her lips so red what could I do,
Her voice so soft but she’s with him, and that’s one fight that I can’t win,
I hope, I hope he knows, I hope he never lets her go
He’s a lucky man and I hope he knows, I hope he never lets her go.
Track Name: Go Home
Waiting at the corner where we used to meet,
Hands in your pockets, awkward shuffling your feet,
Trying to make the first move but you walk on by,
It’s not like you to be timid, not like you to be shy,
Just don’t know what to say,
So you turn around honey and you walk away,
But I’m still waiting, still waiting there,
But I’m so tired of waiting for you to care.

GO HOME you’ve been here too long,
Everybody wants to see you gone,
GO HOME you’ve been here too long,
Telling me you could never do me wrong.

Won’t you smile won’t you smile for me,
Wont you laugh wont you joke wont you be happy,
Lift your head up stop looking at the floor,
Trying to act all tough, slamming every door,
Don’t have a tantrum and make a scene,
Still the same old you, still the same old me,
But I know you and it’s not your style,
Stop being stupid and give us a smile,

And she says, GO HOME I don’t care for you,
Laughing and joking as if I do,
She says GO HOME time to leave this town,
Stop laughing joking and clowning around.
Track Name: Down By The Bus Shelter (Live Acoustic at the BBC)
VERSE1

All the indie kids in their skinny jeans and low cut tops,
And the rude girls hanging in the mini skirts and knee high socks,
Get on your grand dads jumper his chinos too his old flat cap and a fake tattoo and his old string vest,
Now talk about music and act depressed and you’ll fit in just fine,
Yes you’ll fit in just fine…

PRECHORUS

Cause down by the bus shelter where all the cool kids used to play,
Cause down by the bus shelter they were there almost every day
Cause down by the bus shelter where all the lost souls seem to go…

CHORUS

And we’d stay out all night just because we can,
Underneath the moon and the stars and the streetlights,
And when the whole world stops and goes to sleep,
Gonna think about things ive never thought about before,
Doing them things ive never done before.

VERSE2

All the preppy girls in their flowery tops and trousers with the frills,
And the rude boys hanging in their worn out jeans and aubergine espadrilles,
Get on your grandmas old all in one the one she worn when she was young and her old leather shoes,
Now talk about music and sing the blues and you’ll fit in just fine,
No you’ll fit in just fine…

PRECHORUS

CHORUS

To the town, to the market square, going out to go nowhere,
And to the street, to the alley way, to bus shelter where we used to play,
There’s empty bottles in the verge and guilty smile as they emerge,
And cigarette ends on the ground, they all disperse as the siren sounds.

CHORUS