Dom's Rambles

This song has a curious history. Strictly speaking it was the last ever Lovechild composition and although we played it at a couple of rehearsals it was never performed live. I wrote the thing in late 1987 partly to make my ex-girlfriend realise what a monster she'd turned me into by finishing with me in the way she did, but mainly it was to annoy our guitarist’s lunatic fringe feminist girlfriend (sorry, I mean 'partner'). When I temporarily joined another Lincoln combo in 1991 I presented it to the guys in the band and it became a mainstay of the set for all the time I was with them.
I always thought the song was one of my best but as the heavy metal light faded to insignificance as that decade progressed it languished on a back burner.
In mid 2001 I resurrected it when I began working with a female singer called Gemma Greensmith. It occurred to me that if I changed the lyrical emphasis in a few areas then it would make a pretty stomping techno-rocker a la Republica, who were one of my favourite bands of the era.
You can download an mp3 of the more modern version here.

Victim

I don’t wanna meet your mum and dad I don’t wanna know your name.
You’re not the best I’ve ever had but then you’re all the same.
They tell you that I’m bad news you wanna leave me well alone.
But that’s just tough, I like ‘em rough so let’s go home.

I got no use for morals I got no use for shame.
Your just another number it’s all a stupid game.
And you’re nobody special you’re not the guy I’ve been dreaming of.
But you can come with me if you wanna be another victim of my love.

I won’t sing you love songs so don’t you buy me flowers.
I made my right from two wrongs from tears that fall in showers.
I’ll tell you what you wanna hear just till I’ve had my way.
Another beer and we’re out of here, now what do you say?

I got no use for morals I got no use for shame.
Your just another number it’s all a stupid game.
And you’re nobody special you’re no angel from above.
Can’t you see something’s wrong with me to need a victim of my love.

Shut your mouth and get undressed.
Shut your mouth and get undressed.
Shut your mouth and get undressed.
Shut your mouth and get undressed.

I got no use for morals I got no use for shame.
Your just another number it’s all a stupid game.
And you’re nobody special but there’s one I can’t stop dreaming of.
So come and join the wrecks who live for empty sex and be a victim of my love.

© 2001 Words & Music by Dom Bescoby