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LYRICS // Jaded (2000)

Justin, the lead guitarist, came up with the first two lines (‘I know my future’s blown…’) and the melody for the chorus. I built the rest of the lyrics from there. It was a song that was written mostly in the studio and pretty quickly at that.

Although it has a certain negativity to it (‘I’m jaded…’), it’s also got plenty of positivity to it as well. The lines about having a broken home (yet there still being a key to the door) refer to forgiving one’s parents and keeping up good relationships with them even after they break up and divorce.

The part about the chromosome refers to male inability to function well without women in their life. Women have two XX sex chromosomes (which determine their sex) and men have XY sex chromosomes, suggesting that there’s a bit of woman in every man, and without that men are nothing.

Jaded was the first name of the group, which all five members took a very long time to settle on. The first attempt at building a web presence for the band turned up another American group who were already called Jaded. So instead, we switched to the name that we gave to the first demo EP we recorded, ‘The Zamora EP’. Bobby Zamora was a rising star for Brighton & Hove Albion and it seemed not only a good tribute to a local hero, but also a great name for a rock band. So The Zamora it became.

The song was only ever recorded as a rough demo, which can be downloaded here.

Photo of Dom by Jayne Routley.


Jaded

I know my future’s blown,
I just want to tell someone else about it.
Although I’ve a broken home,
I’ve still got a key to the door.

I know my future’s blown,
I had to knock it down, just couldn’t resist.
Without your chromosome,
I’m still learning to crawl.

I’m jaded.
I’m so jaded.

I know my future’s grown,
I just want to find another way around it.
Although we’re far from home,
We’re already half way there.

You’ve seen my head explode,
But I didn’t want to make a mess on your carpet.
You tried to soak it up,
Only using one hand.

I’ve made it.
I’ve just made it.

I know my future’s blown,
I just want to tell someone else about it.
Although I’ve a broken home,
I’ve still got a key to the door.

I know my future’s blown,
I just want to tell someone else about it.
Although I’ve a broken home,
I’ve still got a key to the door.

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LYRICS // Closer To The Now (1998)

‘Closer To The Now’ was originally written as a poem to a former Valentine, expressing the hope that what was once a relationship could be rekindled into a friendship. In time, it both did and didn’t, which is another story altogether that may or may not be told one day.


It also became a song for The Zamora and was the one that we sometimes closed sets with. The lyrics don’t really need any decoding as they seem to stand up for themselves.


The picture was taken by Jayne Routley, at The Zamora’s last show. The song can be downloaded here.


Closer To The Now

We may be poles apart, my love, we may be intertwined,
But just for this one day in time, be my Valentine.

We may be right, we may be wrong, we may be yours and mine,
Just for this one day in time, give me reason and rhyme.

I had so many dreams,
They’re just continuations.
I’m closer to the now.

I’ll take confusion,
And offer a solution.
We’ll make it somehow.

We may be yin and yang, my love, we may be day and night.
Just for this one day in time, we’ll know that something’s right.

We may have known each other long, we maybe always will,
Just for this one day in time, let’s only drink our fill.

I had so many dreams,
They’re just continuations.
I’m closer to the now.

I’ll take confusion,
And offer a solution.
We’ll make it somehow.

We may be been and gone, my love; that maybe suits us fine,
Just for this one day in time, be my Valentine.

We may be been and gone, my love; that maybe suits us fine,
Just for this one day in time, be my Valentine.

I had so many dreams,
They’re just continuations.
I’m closer to the now.

I’ll take confusion,
And offer a solution.
We’ll make it somehow.

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LYRICS // Stealing Your Smile (1995)

This was written after the year I lived in the US for a few months. I stole a little from some classic Americana – Jack Kerouac‘s ‘On The Road‘. As best as I can remember, the lines about ‘God’s empty chair’ and the ‘movin’ from one falling star to another…’ were either taken wholesale or borrowed and adapted. After a while, the origins of how a song was written become misty. For some reason, the theme of the song seems to cover the ‘artist with God complex’ idea.

I wasn’t too sure about the melody when it was originally written, but The Zamora did it justice when it came to turning it into something more than some scraps on a page. The recording can be downloaded here.

The picture was taken by Jayne Routley at what turned out to be The Zamora’s last show, at The Lift in Brighton. I was handed a plastic skull that was lying around behind the bar somewhere and, delighted at the prop, grabbed myself a Bowie moment (he famously kissed a skull on stage during the ‘Diamond Dogs‘ tour).

Stealing Your Smile

Lounging around in God’s empty chair,
Tryin’ to figure out how to wear my hair.
I never believed that I’d been unfair,
But then I don’t think you’d ever cared.


Days of pain are yet to come,
Still you send your burnin’ sun.
Send it to me to char my fun,
The light from your eyes burns no-one.


I get confused and hung up,
Movin’ from one falling star – to another,
Till I drop.

I need to spend some time on my own,
Need you to crawl back under your stone.
Stay in the dark until the time is right,
For us to join forces and fight.

Head held high as God’s only peer,
Knowing now there’s nothing to fear.
Checking out that the coast is clear,
I dare you to come near.

I get confused and hung up,
Movin’ from one falling star – to another,
Till I drop.

I can only hope, if you cannot cope,
I can only hope to steal your smile.

I can only hope, if I’ve enough rope,
I can only hope to die awhile.

I get confused and hung up,
Movin’ from one falling star – to another,
Till I drop.

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