I was only 8 years of age
when I first took up position centre stage
I saw the faces smiling
the pride was overwhelming
& I smiled back singing "any dream will do"
Passion picked up pace throughout my teens
at school I played with synths, a 4 track & a drum machine
thoughts germinated into song
& I knew that it would not be long
before the whole world was listening to me
18 took my foot of the gas
figured I had years ahead, didn't need to bust my ass
I did the things that young men do
& suddenly I was 22
I turned around & scratched my head
at 24 became the frontman of a band
& we were big in Barnsley if not big in Japan
the sound we made was blistering
but behind the scenes whispering
soon put paid to all that
then I settled in a town devoid of dreams
just a dodgy covers band being the local music scene
I found a job & built a home
got married, left my hopes alone
only chance to shine; sad karaoke
29 I started writing again
just so I could express all the things I could not say
I knew the songs were bloody good
but I also knew the likelihood
was no one would hear them but me
& I can
Blame it on the boogie, blame it on the sun
blame it on Simon Cowell & Will Young
Blame it on my sister, blame it on my dad
blame it on the brother that I never even had
Blame it on the mortgage, blame it on life
blame it on the stifleing, controlling ex-wife
blame it on a black star, blame it on the bends
blame on a big long list of long lost absent friends
I could blame it on my hair, blame it on my skin
blame it on the fact that I have never been thin
I could blame it on Blair, blame it on Bush
blame it on the alcohol & all of the drugs
blame it on parenthood, blame it on the job
blame it on the holy ghost, Jesus Christ & God
blame it on the French, blame it on Steve
but the only place to point that fingers is right back here at me
RIGHT BACK HERE AT ME
so here I am now 35 years old
& the devil doesn't want to buy this tortured, tattered soul
The truth I must come to accept
nothing now can resurrect
the icy cold corpse of long dead hope
So these confessions of an idiot are for you
my humble little audience, the select few
I hope the irony will not be lost
as I say no matter what the cost
any dream will do