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I've Had My Chance, (EP, 2011)

It's Not Wrong It's Just Different

I've Had My Chance
I'm Not Happy-Go-Lucky

Holiday
It's Not An Ideal World

Being Single

Released on Valentine’s Day 2011, this bittersweet batch of romantic yearnings sees Luke fumbling and failing to flirt when it matters; striking a blow for those who aren’t calm in a crisis; venturing to venerate the solace of singledom; and wondering where his holiday time went, amongst other hot topics.


Q Review (I've Had My Chance - TRACK OF THE DAY - 31st May 2011!)

So often, the little things in life go unnoticed and unobserved. There's so much we take for granted, so many mundanities of day to day life we automatically absorb without stopping to think about what they actually are and what they mean. Of course, by the time we realise how important these little things are, they're gone. Canterbury's Luke Smith, with his band The Feelings - a name coined way before their atrocious singular namesake blasted their way into mainstream consciousness - is a master of transforming the commonplace and the unremarkable into something stirring and romantic.

Whether it's spending cosy days inside with the curtains shut, ruminating on the smallest insecurity, not wanting to go out to parties anymore or, of course, agonising over the small matter of unrequited love and personal relationships, Smith's incisive lyrics turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, elevating those little things into matters of utmost significance with poetic grace - and just the smallest hint of neurosis.

I've Had My Chance pontificates over the inability to flirt when the opportunity presents itself. Set to a jaunty, jazzy, piano-based upbeat pop tune, Smith's self-deprecating - and very English - observations - "Her heart was there, within my reach / When I just lost the power of speech / Oh any normal bloke would just have pounced / But no - not me!" - are permeated with a wistful melancholy that will strike a chord with anyone who's ever loved and lost (or, in this case, just lost). As much inspired by the poetry of John Betjeman and Brian Patten as the lyrics of Jonathan Richman and Stuart Murdoch, I've Had My Chance shines both lyrically and musically as an ode what could, should and would have been. It rings true with astonishingly humorous and tragic accuracy.

LYRICS:-

 

I’VE HAD MY CHANCE

Her heart was there, within my reach,
When I just lost the power of speech.
Oh any normal bloke would just have pounced,
But no - not me!
The fire burned; I couldn't say;
I stood and yearned; she walked away.
I tried, but I failed.
That ship has sailed and now I know -
I've had my chance. I've had my chance.

What happened there? How can it be
Girls have this power over me?
Just when I need to be a man,
That's when I fall apart.
I know that's it now - I'm not blind -
The golden moment's left behind.
It's been and it's gone,
And now I just sit and long and sing this song -
I've had my chance. I've had my chance.

I sit and watch as all my friends
Make meeting girls look so easy,
And I think, 'they must have such thick skin!'...
I know it can't be right,
How I keep love out of sight,
But this fear, that's in here,
Stops me before I begin.

I can't explain - don't ask me please -
Why I miss opportunities,
Or who am I to waste life so,
Just 'cos I can't be brave?
It's more than likely, I dare say,
My chances might dry up one day,
And who will I blame?
As I sit and sing again the same refrain -
I've had my chance. I've had my chance.
I've had my chance.


I’M NOT HAPPY-GO-LUCKY

When things go wrong I don’t just laugh it off; I cry.
I get so flustered every time plans go awry.
When life gets harsh and gritty, and fails to go my way,
I don’t say anything witty, and I don’t act all blasé;
And people make me so mad when they say “chill out man!”
No I’m not happy-go-lucky… pardon me for giving a damn.
No I’m not happy-go-lucky, and I won’t pretend I am.

If something left an old friend all screwed up and stressed
I’d never say “maybe it’s all been for the best”;
I wouldn’t use my charm just to keep things loose and light,
I wouldn’t say “keep calm” – I’d say “god, that’s crap, you’re right!”
‘Cos a man must have his anger; it’s a part of being real.
No I’m not happy-go-lucky, and I’m not ashamed to feel.
No I’m not happy-go-lucky; that was never part of the deal.

And I never trust it when people act all grown-up,
When they shrug and spout wise words as dreams fall through.
I just don’t get these types who act like things don’t matter
When they absolutely do.

I can’t leave a problem even once it’s solved;
I get so caught up with the principles involved,
And the more I’m made to feel like I should hide my heavy side,
The more stand up for it; it’s become a source of pride
It’s not that I want trouble; And I’m not out for a fight
I’m just not happy go lucky; that’s the crux of my whole plight
I’ve never been happy go lucky. I was born wound up this tight.

And so it goes I’m never smooth or smart or cool.
I need to treat things like they count, however small,
’Cos that light touch, that bright touch, so many seem to prize,
It’s just a million miles from what seems human to my eyes.
I care what people think, but I can’t change just to please.
No I’m not happy go lucky; I can’t act like life’s a breeze.
No I’m not happy go lucky, and I’m not afraid who sees.


HOLIDAY

Holiday, where did you go?
I just don’t know. You flew away so.
Holiday, you went away so quickly!
You never go slow.
Fleetingly, you were with me
It felt so good, but then suddenly,
You were gone, and it felt so wrong…
Oh holiday, holiday, hear my song!

Time flies when you’re having fun,
So why does it drag when you’re down?
I want to know.
Time flies when you’re having fun,
Oh holiday, I miss you so.

Yesterday, you were mine
To waste away - there was plenty of time.
Couldn’t last, you went so fast - no warning,
Not even a sign.

Back to work tomorrow, just hours away now...
How I ever faced it, I don’t know.
Back to work tomorrow, so cold and grey now…
Oh what I’d give, just to live
That single week once more.
It’s not much to ask for,
Oh – holiday please don’t go!

Holiday, why oh why
Must it be, you always fly by?!
Eight hours flat, and that’ll be that,
Oh and nothing makes it easy;
Nothing makes it feel right.
I want to cry I’ll try to be strong.
Goodbye for now holiday; the end draws near.
See you again this time next year,
If I can last out that long.


IT’S NOT AN IDEAL WORLD

It’s not an ideal world,
And it’s no good expecting it to be.
We don’t live in an ideal world.
It’s not an ideal world,
And I’ve come to embrace that fact,
’Cos what good is good,
With no bad to hide away from?
What good is good,
If it’s all you’ve ever had?
What good is good,
With no bad to hide away from?
What good is good if there’s no bad?

It’s not a perfect place,
But who wants perfection I say?
Trouble and strife are all part of the life I love.
We’re not a perfect race,
But somehow I like it that way,
’Cos what fun is fun,
With no sorrow to contend with?
What fun is fun,
If it’s always in the air?
What fun is fun,
With no sorrow to contend with?
What fun is fun if it’s always there?

It’s not a new approach to life, I’m sure,
But it’s the one I apply,
To every day that goes by.
I just want reality – nothing more…
It’s far from perfect, but then, so am I.

It’s not an ideal world, but I still love it so.
I’ll take the pleasure with the pain, again and again.
It’s not an ideal world. It stopped being one long ago.
We can’t retrieve it, so let’s leave it,
And what will be will be.
It’s not an ideal world, and that’s fine with me.


BEING SINGLE

Oh isn’t it great being single? -
Free to be just as mad or as sad as we choose.
Oh isn’t it great being single? -
Nothing special to love; no-one precious to lose.
Well I’m my own boss and that’s just so appealing.
I spend my time based on how I’m feeling.
I can run wild if I want to you see?
But just to have the option’s quite enough for me.

Oh isn’t it great being single? -
Me I really don’t envy that lot over there…
They prob’ly can’t even remember
What a thrill life can be when you don’t have to care.
There’s a void, there’s a hole here but why rush to fill it?
‘Cos there’s such soul here and love just might kill it.
Oh what a life with no reason or rhyme!
It’s great being single.
Well, most of the time.

When I’m lost, when I’m low, when I’m mixed up,
What I’m told I most need is a girl.
But that’s the key time I need me time, can’t they see?
Life’s free when you’ve no special one to be with;
The pressure’s all off to be fun to be with.
Oh it’s true, it’s a gift, just to dream my own dreams; just to drift.
I’m not lonely or wondering ‘if only…’ I’m so glad it’s just me!

Oh isn’t it great being single? -
Every day’s an adventure that leads who knows where.
I make plans, I break plans, I mingle.
I can give my heart freely and not feel unfair.
No-one turns to me saying “So hey then…”
“What’s the big plan? - What’s on for today then?”
I’m free to chase whims with no need to confer;
To spend the day with him and then go home with her
.
Oh isn’t it great being single?
I don’t get why most people are so down on it.
It’s such a key part of life’s journey.
When they tear off and pair off, they miss this whole bit!
All too soon love could creep in and claim us,
And we’ll hark back to when life was so aimless.
So let’s admit now while still in this zone:-
It’s great being single. It’s great being single.
It’s not compromise. It’s not second prize.
It’s a dream all its own.

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