Negative Drive from Instant Gratification by The Charlemagnes

The night lies open like a gutted fish
Cold eyed and zipper bellied
Tomorrow I might die, so I'll
Eat, drink and be sorry
It’s a drag on the main drag
But they all know me there
Take the jag on an arterial route
And nod out in the chair

What a night to be alive
Gonna go out on a negative drive
Count back from ten
But I never make five
Gonna go out on a negative

The night comes in like a velvet fog
Like the voice of Mel Torme
Ice water prickles in my veins
My thoughts begin to stray
Lie dreams of a tortured soul
A lotus-eating lout
Ain't it just appalling
The way he peters out

What a night to be alive
Gonna go out on a negative drive
Count back from ten
But I never make five
Gonna go out on a negative

The night explodes into a thousand stars
Stench of cordite and stale cigars
I'm on a journey, heading south
Close my eyes, open my mouth
Just kiss my astral projection
I'm ascending into 70s heaven
Hermann strings and checkered cabs
Battery Park is up for grabs

Negative drive
Just so cool, so
Absolute zero
Going out like Nero
Cat-gut and fire
I don't perspire
Nothing can touch me
I beat the wires
I beat the band
I beat myself up with a guitar in my hand
I'm back from outer space
And I won't survive
This handbrake turn
Into negative

• Rock
• UK garage
• garage pop
• garage punk
• garage rock
• proto
• London