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I Am the Singer, You Are the Song

by Randan Discotheque

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1.
Courting 04:24
Well I went into the chapel with a hatchet and a gun But with knowledge I would never follow through See I'm not a psycho-killer, and I'm not a motherless son Therefore the weapons were put down upon the pew It was then I saw your Mother from the corner of my eye And I saw that she saw me from the corner of hers And I wondered if on occasion, she whispered in her lovers ear The words that you had whispered into mine I was only courting you for fun I was only courting you for fun You said “I was only courting you for fun” I was only courting you for fun All the times that we were laughing, you were in on another joke And you quickly turned my pleasure into pain Maybe it was a naïve notion; to be lovers without love And my desire for more was not to escalate When you stopped signing the messages, that you sent me with a kiss I began to realise just what I was An easy chair for you to sit on, when things became too hard A patient and an understanding ear I was only courting you for fun I was only courting you for fun She said “I was only courting you for fun” I was only courting you for fun When I really started thinking about the times that we had spent I realised in the end that I wasn’t so badly off You didn’t really have a sense of humour, though I admit I'm not the funniest guy And your conversation revolved around yourself If I had spent any more time with you than was strictly dictated necessary I think you would have bored me half to death And im glad I can move on, to bigger, better things While you’ll be rotting, stagnant in the past I was only courting you for fun I was only courting you for fun You hear me? “I was only courting you for fun” I was only courting you for fun
2.
I don’t mean to be so harsh, I don’t mean to be so cold, but I’d like to be alone I don’t mean to make you cry, I don’t mean to make you moan, but I’d like to be alone Only, only, only, I cant seem to stop thinking of you Youre always there no matter what I do I just cant seem to push you out of view And that’s why I think that I love you I don’t mean to seem so distant, I don’t mean to sound so bitter, but I’d like to be alone I don’t want to break your heart, I don’t want mine broken too, but I’d like to be alone Only, only, only, we seem to be such a perfect fit When our eyes meet you cant deny it If you weren’t so cautious you’d have to admit That we’d have such beautiful children And I would give you at least five You don’t mean to be so harsh, you don’t mean to be so cold, but you’d like to be alone You don’t mean to make me cry, you don’t mean to make me moan, but you’d like to be alone Only, only, only, you cant seem to stop thinking of me At least that’s the way I’d like it to be If you’d only look from outside you’d see That there is no need to be frightened Some people never ever feel this way I hope you take the time to consider These things when we’re many miles away Cos I’d like to be with you
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Dead Spector 03:51
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The Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq The Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq Don’t get my wrong, I hope that he comes back But the Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq I feel for a man with such priviledge that its hard to make a living So he joined the Army like many men, to take the orders he’s been given Though our blood is red and it’s the colour blue we lack The Prince must come, the Prince must come The Prince must come to Iraq If its such a risk for our young Prince, then it must be for his subjects A life’s a life, whether yours or mine, the concept’s not so complex So come on Harry, join the gang, we’re going down a one-way track The Prince must go, the Prince wont go The Prince won’t go to Iraq Maybe I’d cry if you lay down beside me Maybe I’d cry if that red, white and blue, was draped over you My dear soldier A King lay down before with an arrow through his eye So the Prince must go, the Prince must go And be prepared to die Oh yes believe it, oh yes Oh yes believe it, he comes from the Glorious Kingdom Insurgents may well target him, for the sake of their own glory, But you shouldn’t start to read a child a book, if youre not going to finish the story We’re all targets anyhow, and that’s a concrete fact So the Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq Maybe I’d cry if you lay down beside me, Maybe I’d cry if that red, white and blue, was draped over you My dear soldier Don’t get me wrong, I hope that he comes back But the Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq Don’t get me wrong, I pray that they all come back But the Prince must go, the Prince must go The Prince must go to Iraq
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Tears 04:59
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Everybody wants to have a love song written about them And I choose my subjects very carefully That’s why, in my new love song You’re not in it. Everybody wants to have a love song written about them But nobodys written me one And I cant see you doing it That’s why, in my brand new love song You’re not in it. Maybe someday you will be, but I doubt it You’re starting to cause me concern I lost my muse not long ago And them shoes are too big fer your feet Everybody wants to have a love song written about them It doesn’t have to be the “song of songs” Cos’ youre no virgin, and im not your King That’s why in my forthcoming love song Youre not in it
7.
I was slow riding, when you walked right through I was lone flying, when you burst right through I’ve noticed, my time And chance with you May have gone But love is on the line – my tickets not valid but Love is on the line – the stations closed but Love is on the line – our trains delayed for Loves on the line You were still crying, when I woke to you We were slow riding, but it meant nothing to you I’ve noticed, my time And chance with you May have gone But love is on the line – my tickets not valid but Love is on the line – the stations closed but Love is on the line – our trains delayed for Loves on the line Were your pants still shining When I gave to you? Though you were not smiling When I came in you I’ve noticed, my time And chance with you May have gone But love is on the line – my tickets not valid but Love is on the line – the stations closed but Love is on the line – our trains delayed for Loves on the line
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Do that silly dance for me, Just one more time, on the end of the bed While I lie under the sheets Waiting for you to join Would you laugh that special laugh Just one more time, while I lie satisfied That I can make you happy I could make you smile What has happened to my beautiful, beautiful muse? We have parted for we can no longer Keep sailing on this stormy course Where once we could see the islands There came horizons evermore Put your finger in my ear Just one more time, while I’m looking away I’ll cover my face with the cushion Knowing your smile without seeing it If we only met a little later Just a wee while later We could make us happy We could make us smile What has happened to my beautiful, beautiful muse? We have parted for we can no longer Keep sailing on this stormy course Where once we could see the islands ahead There came horizons evermore
9.
Am I destined to be understanding, but never understood? Am I destined to walk through the fires, for the raining to begin? Am I destined to revel in your sunshine, only be left burnt again? NO! its just the insecurity, its just the insecurity, Its just the insecurity (& paranoia) its just the insecurity Am I destined to wallow in self pity, like some greetin’ little bairn? Am I destined for over expectation, and idealistic thinking? Am I destined to think of you while sleeping, but for dreams not to begin? Am I destined to fall in love every other second, only to be pushed out inbetween? NO! its just the insecurity, its just the insecurity, Its just the insecurity (& paranoia), its just the insecurity Cheer up! Its just the insecurity, its just the insecurity Am I destined to feel so sorry for myself, I feel disgust at my whingeing Am I destined to be a h o p e l e s s r o m a n t i c, or am making excuses? Am I destined to focus on my thinking, so much I never begin doing? Am I destined to worry like a mother, instead of trying relaxing? NO! its just the insecurity, its just the insecurity, Its just the insecurity (& paranoia), its just the insecurity Cheer up! Its just the insecurity, its just the insecurity Am I destined to be forever wanting, but left unwanted?
10.
Stay Back 04:56
I waited expectantly for a call that never came Though you never said you would call me anyway Its just my desire to be wanted Pushing its way to the front of the queue Stay back! Knocking my ankles with your trolley Calm down! Just you wait your turn I thought about, writing you a letter In the hope it would make you do the same But I realised Id be waiting, for replies that never would have came Stay back! Stop pushing me around Calm down! Just you wait your turn I know, that you just want to know me I see, that you don’t waste your time I know, that youre just so lonely I know, that you’re just so lonely Just like me, just like me, just like me
11.
Hidden in the darkness, hidden in the trees Waiting for your daughters, waiting there for you? All you worst nightmares, soon to come true A nation in mourning, tabloid front page news I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home! Paedo’s on the first page, young breasts on the next Pensioner stabbed and blinded, but where’s your context? Serialise a killer and glorify his death Blame asylum seekers and turn blind eyes to the rest I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home, I want to go home, I wanna go home!
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it wasn’t so long ago, I took you by the hand, in the first dawn light stopped you in the street, turned your waist 90 degrees, met your mouth with mine and as our tongues touched, I felt your jaw click, a secret was revealed I hope to feel that again, but if it cannot be, I know I’m a privileged man This is how I think I cant change it now I hope you can forgive me For not yet letting go It wasn’t so long ago, you sank your teeth in me, you know I liked that And it wasn’t so long ago, I entertained you beneath your sheets, with my right hand Where do you draw the line, between a lover and a friend? I don’t think I want to know Cos youre unlike any friend of mine, your wit and humility, I don’t want you to leave This is how I think I can’t change it now I hope you can forgive me For not yet letting go I’d hate for you to think that my memories are all bad Its just the way i…. This is how I feel I cant change it now I hope you can forgive me For not letting go For opening old wounds For placing weights around you But I still believe in us Though you remain to me A secret yet revealed I hope you can forgive me For my honesty
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"an emotive and evocative record thats displays Craig Coulthard's masterful song-crafting skills, even though tracks like "The Prince Must Go to Iraq" sounds a tad on the preachy side. Nonetheless, Randan Discotheque is surely a talent that deserves greater notoriety." - Stool Pigeon

"Craig Coulthard, the Scot behind Randan Discotheque, has reacted against the notions of immaculate production and string sections with an album of pared-down, lyrically dextrous songs. Coulthard is most interested in matters of the heart (and of the libido) but his pen also castigates the futility of war (Sheets and Scrolls of Paper) and the tabloid press (New Art Sensation). The album's integrity is a welcome change from the throwaway verses of the 'LDN set'" - Lots of Random Words

"Snaking from Johnny Cash train stomp rhythms to delicate love stung paeans to departed muses, Randan Discotheque throws up an occasionally disconcerting musical bag of tricks. Craig Coulthard combines his lyrical candour with delicate strumming, resulting in a wildly varying tone to this record's many high points. This is typified by the excellent "Love Is On the Line", which buzzes and blows into a haunting requiem to a doomed relationship, while "The Prince Must Go to Iraq" is a convincing and humourous protest song on the "expendable royal" not being booted off to Basra.
4/5 - The List

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released August 1, 2007

All songs written and produced by Craig Coulthard, except "Dead Spector" music written by Hugo Paris, lyrics by Craig Coulthard and "Love Is On the Line" produced by Hugo Paris

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Randan Discotheque is the muscial arm of the Scottish artist Craig Coulthard. Sometimes a band, currently solo.

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