Night Bus or Milk Train

by The Scratch

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1.
Numbers 03:26
playin’ the numbers game aint it such a shame we try so hard to compete we’re cannon fodder for the elite push u all up to the bar and tell us who our friends are then drive them all insane with the night bus or the milk train The streets are full of ex-champs and tramps with tranny amps like it or not constructions wot we got get a few quid for all this stress get on your knees and pray 4 the next round on the merry-go-round with the ups always bein bullied by the downs
2.
Strange 4Play the freedom and the scissors the long words and the shock it started in the paper and ended in cock rock never did she give herself away almost once or twice kept the myth a mystery and added extra spice when the adrenalin wears off the pain kicks in pacing days and aftersun unfaithful secretary pose i guess the twist in the ending is how all the best west end plays go
3.
Dial Xero 02:15
you got control dressed in your brand new rags you talk the talk about who is this weeks bag same old scene dressed in a new disguise all the young dudes are lappin’ up your lies when u dial xero for mother because u’re playin’ by their rules u don’t u realize they’re playin’ u 4 fools
4.
Stranger 03:34
he’s a fat slob she’s got the mouth of a dog i got the urge 4 sex he shows me no respect he’s always workin’ in late she’s always festerin’ hate but ’til the kids are older we’ll use each others shoulders we got equal divisions of good versus evil ’tween the birds & bees and machines & the people and ’til the kids are older we’ll use each others shoulders and ’til the kids are older (now i’m a stanger) we’ll use each others shoulders (bit the tongue of the young i’m a stanger) he loves watchin tv she wants to get out and live he wants easy life despite their worst endeavours they’re gonna be together ’til the kids are older
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wot really makes your fire burn wot makes you want to scream do u shuffle through the city streets or chase the teenage dream did u know you are unique or do others 4 you speak it doesn’t matter who u are take a short cut to be a star yeah she can move we can mould her feel his appeal he’s gonna be our little soldier be our little soldier is Mass produced appealing? it doesn’t have to have a meaning as long as it makes critical mass its bland but makes fast cash
6.
you had it all ‘til she pulled the plug she ravaged u like a superbug love is the most dangerous drug u gotta never take your friendships 4 granted so rude was the wake up call left your pride feelin’ humble and small complacency’s the most dangerous of all it’s when the seeds of doubt get implanted she said inject some spice into my life needle dick make it real i need appeal i feel sick sister psychosis queen of pain and bliss
7.
she swayed both ways as she entered the room hostile fertile a rose in full bloom a sonic esculation on a subconscious trip a 3d fantasy pop comic strip she don’t care about her hair as long as its clean you’re like a fly on my favourite meal but i’m so hungry i forgot my ideals she don’t care about her hair nothing less masculine has made such a stand or more powerful than any other man the trapese between the knees and the shoulder blades hot to share milk milk chocolate lemonade
8.
Dear Maniac 03:05
i’m jealous and i’m confused i can’t sleep when i think of u i’ve made everybody miserable and i’m scared and vulnerable dear maniac ... i think i love you dear maniac ... i think i do dear maniac ... i think i love you dear maniac ... it’s true i’m pesimistic an optomist i’m skint and alone i want everybody here i want a commune in my home i gotta get some quiet i gotta get it off my chest i’ve got to run and hide in spain to come home at my best i gotta do it now cos 2moro is 2 late but I am 2 shy 2 ask so I guess I’ll have 2 wait
9.
we’re all middle class we’re all kissin’ some arse cool 2 b the ruff at the back of the class we’ve all got history and things we want 2 hide it’s not where u’re from it’s wots beatin’ on the inside out fakin’ the fakers out fakin’ the fakes, out fakin’ the fakers we’re makin’ our own mistakes
10.
saddled with a mortgage feelin' like an ostrich ready brek and penthouse firey little doormouse x-ray relax, I'm gonna hava relapse 5 minutes under water I can smell the gas taps need a suit of armour to asssit my pursuit of karma so when excess sounds the alarm i live to fight another day gotta little mini that I wear on my hips I gotta a push up bra and a big sports car for when I'm taking trips smell the gas taps x-ray relax
11.
Bliss 03:40
i’ve had redder eyes than this and i’ve, i’ve felt razors in your kiss and i’ve waited for this bliss beauty is in mass not size can’t u feel it in their eyes reality has no reply no replies wash away the pain scrub away at the bluest vein open up the wound and salt it well in terms of derision i’ve made my inscision but if i try hard i can blur this vision
12.
Undercover 03:23
This is the come back from the comedown It is the aftershock from the newsound It is the hot thing brought to your table It is the fi re thatʼs so unstable It is the wakeup from the coma It is the bliss to dis a misnoma Itʼs the adrenalin of a mudslide A 3-6-0 of a broadside It is the lover u got undercover and youʼll love it more than your mother It is the lover u got undercover and youʼll love it more than your mother I may be broke canʼt afford the coke but Iʼd rather rockʼnʼroll than be a corporate joke I may be broke canʼt afford the coke but Iʼd rather rockʼnʼroll than be a corporate joke

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On the surface, The Scratch could be just another indie band, but once you get past the first three or four tunes on Night Bus Or Milk Train, you realise that something a little bit special is going on here. They come across like a mildly nu-punk version of The Coral, tightly crafted guitar pop music interwoven with the odd synth or sample - not overused in the slightest. 'Stranger' even takes a different course and sounds very Eighties, like Midge Ure with new toys on Christmas. The guitar work is excellent, there are some damn fine riffs on this record and they seem genuinly keen to do something just a little bit different. In every verse you can hear shades of influences ranging from The Libertines to The Human League. The real gems are in the second half of the album, 'Out Faking The Fakers' and 'Smell The Gas Taps' being highlights. It's a fine effort, and one that sounds like things are only just beginning.[is this music]

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released August 26, 2006

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