A Likely Story

by Picnic Basket Nosedive

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Gordj Scott A fantastic slice of modern pop punk from Scotland. Great songwriting, with intelligent lyrics. Favorite track: Stay Classy Jennifer.
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Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Nick Scholey.


released March 3, 2014

Darren Coles - Vocals/Bass
Kevin McCormack - Guitar/vocals
Ryan Print - Guitar
Jaq Inglis - Drums



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Picnic Basket Nosedive Glasgow, UK

Picnic Basket Nosedive are a 4-piece Pop Punk band from the outskirts of Glasgow - near the bonny banks of Loch Lomond to be precise! We have no amazing backstory of how the band formed, we just got sick of our local music scene taking itself too seriously. ... more

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Track Name: The Same Old Fashioned New Year
Is this the end of your world? You threw it away
As soon as the bells rang in this year
We're counting down for your rage to end
It's not for us to comprehend
Will you get what's implied here?

Roll your eyes at me until you
Realise what lies beneath, it's
Five in the morning and I'm not longer trying
The table's turned, the room has caught a
Glimpse of your complexity
We could call quits now and noone would be mourning

Who have you got left to blame? You drove them away
With all the devotion to your self-worth
Blood Ties Won't Bend To Victory
And all your slurs all aimed at me
Will you get what's implied here?

What a great start to the new year

If this was the end of the world, would you fight for it?
Or would you just wallow in defeat?
Track Name: Apparently, I'm Troubled
Meet me at Queen Street, outside the gates
Dumbarton's running high on tales and misery
so let's waste time regretting what we did when we were sixteen
I guess that it's funny how those songs we loved bring back the days
when growing up seemed longer than it takes

as we walk around this maze
we see our better days
reflecting what feels half a world away

as time decays
we shatter the glass with false impressions
it's not too late
we can't close our eyes when we're tricked by time's disguise

They say this town's a wreck, but that's not fair
but home is where the hate is and the rest are scared
to see this town bleed for anyone who sees a different way
and I won't make these words subjective just so you can claim
you feel the same, we're different shades of gray

But if you feel that life's to blame
There's nothing left to say
I hope you regret every wasted day

So when you left this town behind
to a place built in your mind
Did you burn the bridge behind you
Will you stay to watch it fall
A closet basket case
I guess there could be worse ways
for me to cope with dealing with each passing day
Track Name: Stay Classy Jennifer
Stay Classy Jennifer, you're drunk off your arse again
I won't miss those late night calls, but you sure have a way with words

Housewives get desperate on their own
and with a drink in hand they'll see old habits grow
It's not enough for you to leave a closing argument
and when you make your case, you're building up a monument
so take another drink on me

I'm making peace and moving on
but when I've reached an end you find new things that I've done wrong
You won't find genies in the bottles that you're drowning in
only fuel to fire your angst and bitter loneliness
so take another shot at me

Were you as classy at your daughter's age?
Did you pave the way?
Were you a lassie that was all the rage?
Have you seen better days?
Track Name: If You Can't Handle Me At My Best, Then You Don't Deserve Me When I'm Not Quoting Marilyn Monroe (ft. Ashley Cadwallader)
This is not a test, I swear I'm losing half my mind
because I just can't seem to sleep

I wrote a thousand shitty songs
I bet you think that this is one
I'm no Freddie Mercury

You can call this modesty
But I'm inclined to disagree
I swear to God I can't believe
that you can't clearly see

I know it's a long shot
but it's a shot I'm willing to take
So let's end this conversation
and start this love we know how to fake
Because I hate this running around, we're chasing
blank stares and fantasies (Can you see what it does to me?)
and if you're just leading me on
I've nothing left to say

It's a waste of time if you can't say what's on your mind
I just can't seem to make things clear
Don't take a chance on something new
when you feel you can't follow through on
satisfying needs

I guess you're sharing honesty
I don't know what this means to me
Can you say the night's we shared were
not worth having fun?

If I was nothing to hide
would you tell me your fantasy
You can tell me when your sober
or scream it all in passion
Either way I'm going home
much wiser than before
It's a long shot but nothing out of our reach
Track Name: Me, Myself & Irony
Sharp wit and intellectual thinking
both left in this ship drifting from the shore
and even though the signs were clear
I never knew which way to steer
I'll ride this storm til morning

Was it your wish to be linked to a siren
For us to be blinded by what we believed?
When you serenade us with white lies and trauma
Will you show no mercy when you sink your teeth?

Are you listening to anything I say?
For once just think of me
You can take it or leave it baby, i no longer care
Nothings left for me except the irony

Blindsight to fronts for indiscretion
Make up for my attraction to your plight
Not so bonny, not so blithe, under all your tales and lines
Tangled in the webs you're weaving

Are you taking pride in a simple demeanour
long lost in the ether, won't rise from the flames
It's not making sense to seek fortune from those who
fell prey to what's untrue, do you feel ashamed?

A tender devotion to tame your emotion
Now i've got a notion to set it ablaze
A modern day moral for hidden agendas
that you claim you're mending, you're no doubt the same