The Bug

by Johny Nocash

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about

‘The Bug’ was originally conceived as a mini-album in its own right way back in the dark mists of time. Or about 1998, if we are being precise.
Some of the songs were to see light of day amongst the four-track recordings of Johny Nocash’s band Echolalia. Others could be found released by his next project, Broken Down Lorry.
The songs never made it... Well, we could stop there, but let’s continue; the songs never made it to their originally-intended destination, instead forming a hotchpotch of odd arrangements and recording quality until they were all re-recorded especially to enable to find their spiritual home, which of course is here.

Situated in a northern town is a public house, It is called The Bug for reasons of legend, rumour and necessity. The Bug is a source of leisure, employment, romance and humiliation for a whole range of characters. Some of these characters have found their way into songs.
The tales contained within these songs are all true but told with the necessary artistic licence to protect the innocent. You might know these characters, you might know them by name, because they live, work, drink and socialise in the same pub as you.
The characters in these songs are all human. We are all human. We all make mistakes. There is no judgement here. Apart from the egg and cheese man: he’s a tosser.

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released February 24, 2017

All songs written, performed and recorded by Johny Nocash.

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Broken Down Records. Releases include The Irony Board of Bolton, Echolalia of NW London, Broken Down Lorry of Harrow, The Broken Heed of Watford and The Salient Braves of Barnsley

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Track Name: Dust
You fill my glass while I feel your arse
It’s the way the deal works out
It’s the way I get my thrills; it’s the way you pay the bills
I dream of dancing with young majorettes
Dancing caressing and cheap cigarettes
Remember the time when we all took a shine to that picture of you with your trousers down
Oh the dreams I’ve had would turn your sweetest dream sour
Turn your good deeds bad turn your finest hour to dust
When I told the tap room they wouldn’t oblige
I had no option but to kiss the bride
It’s the way she turns me on: one more pint I’m anyone’s
Back at the old house I’ll kiss the dog
Kick out the wife and spend hours on the bog
Looking at pictures of reader’s wives and wishing how I lived those readers’ lives
So I’ll raise a glass and I’ll wiggle my arse
And let’s toast the bastard’s health
It’s the way I get my thrills
Anyone for beer and pills?
And don’t keep the spirits just out of reach, you know how it hurts a man’s pride to beg
Money is all I can offer to you
So unzip your skirt and get into bed
Oh the dreams I’ve had well I can’t complain
And if you need the proof I can show the stains
Track Name: When The Bubble Bursts
When I miss the last bus
I miss you as well
And when I fake the last thrust
I fake you as well

There’s no man on this pier that I haven’t had
There’s no man on this pier I could swear to be your dad

And when the bubble bursts I can’t hide the smell
And when I feel most hurt I hope that you can’t tell
And when I take my last breath I’ll take you as well
Track Name: Trevor Raines Is Dead
I found the light
I was touched by the hand of a child on a pushbike
My collar was felt in a lay-by, lured by a constable’s sweet smile

I’m going away for a long time
There’s a voice in my head saying goodbye
I’ve spoken to god one or two times
‘Trevor,’ he says ‘you’re a good guy’

But my wife left me for her mother
My dog left me for my brother
With some luck I might find a lover
With my luck I don’t think I’ll bother

I’m going away for a long time
There’s a voice in my head saying goodbye
I’ve spoken to god one or two times
‘Trevor,’ he says ‘you’re a good guy’
Track Name: Egg And Cheese Man
Oh man of egg and cheese
you rearranged my dreams
and now the future’s bleak
and nothing’s as it seems
you’d pay to watch me bleed
then leave within the week
oh will the next in line
be luckier than I?
I’m willing to be saved
fortune favours the brave
but the money’s not enough
life’s cruel, life’s tough
I’ll manage on my own
just get out of my home
there’s no more weak at knees
for man of egg and cheese
Track Name: Soberstars
They’ll find me in an empty bar
Staring into space
Not super
Not sober
But firmly in my place

I’m ozone friendly, affection free
It’s half-past drinking up time
Uptown, downbeat and fortified
With beer and cheap red wine

And through your arse the sun will shine
As deities come and go you’re sublime
I’d do anything just to see you smile

So meet where the sky hits sea
Let trawlers and pub crawlers rescue me
From pound of flesh collection time
Track Name: Barry, Mick and Dot
Scrape your face from off the floor
Fingers bloated, knuckles sore
One more pint, or maybe four
And I wish you’d take some notice

Barry Mick and Dot
Tie your fingers burn the knot
Take your lovers by the hand
Join our three-wheel one-night stand

One more pill and into bed
Let’s just say I was easily led
Will you miss me when I’m dead
Do you think you’d even notice

Barry Mick and Dot
Tie your fingers burn the knot
Take your lovers by the hand
Join our three-wheel one-night stand

You think that you might be our saviour
I’ll cross your palm for years to come
I’ve seen you now I’ll raise you
Cos I am never coming home

Barry Mick and Dot
Tie your fingers burn the knot
Take your lovers by the hand
Join our three-wheel one-night stand
Barry Mick and Dot
Tie your fingers burn the knot
You’re the lovers time forgot
And I think I owe you lots
I owe you lots
Track Name: Tumblers
A few swallows short of a summer I’d spring into action and go with the flow
She would never take no for an answer
She didn’t worry, just led me down a one-way street and drove me up the wall

I didn’t bother, at first I was flattered
Sooner or later I wished it never happened
I could never say I’ve had luck to push
And I’ve never wanted much at all

With plenty good reasons for making my excuses I’d take a diversion
And follow the slippery road home
And all the time these pointed questions
I can’t cope when the answer lies behind my back
I didn’t ask for that

Legless let’s stowaway, head down the motorway
Oh give me a hair of the dog then please lead me astray
It’s not asking much, it’s not asking at all
It’s nearer to begging

As I ran through the door I fell to the floor
I picked myself up and cringed as you looked
Her beautiful gaze became a distant haze
It’s all becoming a blur
Well I wish it was