Awesome Wells

GIGS!

2010-03-06T09:03:00.000Z

We've got two gigs coming up in the next couple of months:

25th March - Free Rock n Roll @ Mello Mello, Slater Street, Liverpool - £FREE
22nd April - Ladyfest Muenchen, Munich, Germany

Coming soon!

2010-01-17T20:34:00.001Z

It's a new year and lots of new developments here with Awesome Wells. We have a new drummer, Awesome Claire Well(e)s, and we are locked away in our secret HQ working on new songs and a kick ass live set. Dates coming soon!

- Sarah

New Site!

2009-10-26T17:42:00.000Z

Thanks for checking out the new Awesome Wells site! We've got all sorts going on at AW HQ, including plans for a new double A side single and a Spring tour. Check back soon for more info.

Riot Sarah
xx

Isolation

2008-01-01T19:09:00.000Z

I see them before me
You only look into their eyes
They're staring at the bathroom floor
They're arthouse
Fantastic!
They're wearing socks upon their hands
Re-writing songs from 1984
The hairdos, the hairdos! They're assymmetric
They're stranger that the ones you saw a year before
They're trying, they're desperate to be an icon or an idol
But they're nothing more

They're gonna burn out of empty hearts and empty lives
Of isolation - of chasing trends and feeling wise
They read Bukowski, and think they're better than their friends
'Cause they read Bukowski

I tried it, it lost me
I wandered up and down Tib Street
Looking for a hidden door
I couldn't gain entry
I was wearing the same clothes that I had worn the night before
They're vapid and clingy
They think subversive is a label they can purchase from the right boutique
They're skaters who carry their brand new skateboards on their back pack

They're gonna burn out of empty hearts and empty lives
Of isolation - of chasing trends and feeling wise
They read Bukowski, and think they're better than their friends
'Cause they read Bukowski

Shit For Boys

2008-01-01T19:05:00.000Z

It's Friday night I'm carting bass amps down the stairs

I've got some pissed bloke trying to shout things in my ear
He says, "Alright darling, is this your way of getting in for free?"
I said, "It's OK. I'm with the bass player"
Well the bass player's me

You act like I'm the only girl that you have seen here in a band
You love the open mics you like to play U2 and James Bland
You're full of ideas - your testicles give you some divine right
and you love the bloke from Razorlight

You say, "There's no place for girls in a band,
Cause they can't rock quite like a man,
You see a vulva in Kerrang?
Only the singers!
But you're alright for girls!"
Well you're shit for boys!

So Sunday comes I'm watching Chris' indie rock band at some night
They're playing Bloc Party just sound the Klaxon you're all fuckin' shite!
They're at the indie disco shuffling in Palestinian scarfs
I love his individuality

He said, "There's no place for girls in a band,
Cause they can't rock quite like a man,
You see a woman in the Kooks?
Oh, I don't think so!
But you're alright for girls!"
Well, you're shit for boys!

Lost in Cliches

2008-01-01T19:01:00.000Z

Ever since I met her
Well, my house is not a home
I was happy in my ignorance
I didn't feel like I was alone
It was the hair of the dog that bit me
When I pushed her far away
Now I sleep with her name on the back of my hand
That's if I ever sleep again

Oh, well I'm head over heels
Only time will tell
She wasn't worth it anyway you know?
Another ship another day?
Now there's nothing to fear
Only fear it's self
That's what they tell me anyway
I think I'm all lost in cliches

You can't judge a book by its cover
But they say I'm better off alone
All is fair in love and war
Give me a treaty and a ceasefire zone
You know you're as fit as a fiddle
But that's beside the point
I'm sick and tired of always being used
and now your perfect nose is out of joint

Though its a rock and a hard place that I'm stuck between
It's always dark before the dawn

Oh, well I'm head over heels
Only time will tell
She wasn't worth it anyway you know?
Another ship another day?
Now there's nothing to fear
Only fear it's self
That's what they tell me anyway
I think I'm all lost in cliches

Never Buy You Roses

2008-01-01T18:53:00.001Z

I'll take you for dinner

But it's no fancy restaurant

A picnic on Sunday

By the bombed out church

You're loving on Tweedy

I buy the tabloids every day

Get prit-stick and scissors

Make you a scrapbook

And when you tell me that you'd love to live in Italy

I sky-plus all the documentaries about Napoli

and when you mention that you'd love to wear a fancy dress

I throw a great big party for your friends

If I ever find you

I will never buy you a dozen red red roses

I could justify you

Sneak out of the stage door for Donna Matthews' autograph

Put it in a cheap frame

Hang it in your hallway

I love the way it makes you laugh

But if I ever find you

I will never buy you a dozen red red roses

Last Thursday, The Cali

The trebles stinging in your head

I give you my earplugs now mine are ringing

I'm ringing this evening

To see if you would like a drink

You're hanging

I bring you some alka-seltzer

We spent an afternoon remembering Britpop

I hope into the record shop but they've got nothing

So I spend the evening on LastFM downloading These Animal Men

Do you even remember them?

They sucked!

If I ever find you

I will never buy you a dozen red red roses

I could just defy you

Sneak out of the stage door for Donna Matthews' autograph

Put it in a cheap frame

Hang it in your hallway

I love the way it makes you laugh

But if I ever find you

I will never buy you a dozen red red roses

Tramp Family

2008-01-01T18:52:00.000Z

What kind of peasants don't do the dishes?
You tuck them in the sofa
You dirty little scrotes
You need to get a wash and
You beat around your missus and
Everytime I'm out
I see you in the pub!

Get out the Swan
Tramp Family
Get out the Crack
Tramp Family
and get out the La'Go
Tramp Family

How are you a chef?
Give me my DS
You thieving little shit
I'll kick you fucking in....

Get out the Swan
Tramp Family
Get out the Crack
Tramp Family
and get out the La'Go
Tramp Family

Get out the Swan
Tramp Family
Get out the Crack
Tramp Family
and get out the La'Go
Tramp Family
and get out the Spoons
and get out the Magnet
and get out of Heebies
and go and get a job
get a fucking job!

XX-XY-XU

2008-01-01T18:46:00.000Z

Fuck you
Fuck this
Forget this never existed
I wish I could
Sit down
Shut up
I'm feeling bitter and twisted
And so I should
Fuck me
Some hope
Forgive your inbitions
I wish
You would
Let me
Take you
I'm not lost but
Abandoned and I want you

Turn me on and have your fun
Get me going then you're done
If my XX was XY would you X me?
XX XY XU!

Fuck you

Some hope

Let me believe in something

If not in you

Then in my guile

You're feeling experimental

Then running back to him

After a while

It makes me feel kinda special

That it's with me

You wanna try

Trying to be

Means nothing

If you break my heart

Turn me on and have your fun

Get me going then you're done

If my XX was XY would you X me?

XX XY XU!

You've Got No Business in the Fashion World

2008-01-01T18:40:00.000Z

You think you're in Dior
You're really in Tuebrook
You're like a plain white sheet
Plaster of Paris look
That Krazy haute couture
His stubble's showing through
He's smothered in foundation
A Sideshow Bob creation

You've got no business in the fashion world
You're making these two boys look like they're girls
And they're all caught up in a three way whirl
Look on, Lacan, le con

Your home made make up kit
With that you're looking shit
You did an access course
And now you're looking worse
You dress your horny mates
Freakshow incorporate
They let you cause they want you
You use them for portfolio

You've got no business in the fashion world
You're making these two boys look like they're girls
And they're all caught up in a three way whirl
Look on, Lacan, le con

So go and change your life
Yeah go and chase your dreams
It's just so tasteless how
You push them to extremes
It's man and man and strife
They are both willing to
Do things they'll later regret
Just so they get their dicks wet!

You've got no business in the fashion world
You're making these two boys look like they're girls
And they're all caught up in a three way whirl
Look on, Lacan, le con

You've got no business in the fashion world!
You know you've got no business in the fashion world!

D.A.N.N.I.I.

2008-01-01T18:35:00.000Z

I'm feeling giddy on a Saturday night

It's quarter to seven

My stomach feels so tight

Not been on my television seven long years

I've never forgot you

Dannii Minogue

I love you

I want to snog you

Dannii Minogue

I'm thinking of you

The best Minogue

Oh, Dannii Minogue

Don't forget I love you

Your sister got poorly

It made us real sad

But you're the best sister ever

For that she must be so glad

Now she's feeling better

She's topping the charts

She might be a better singer

You're top in my heart

Dannii Minogue

I love you

I want to snog you

Dannii Minogue

I'm thinking of you

The best Minogue

Oh, Dannii Minogue

Don't forget I love you

D A double N double I

Minogue!

I love you!

Biography

2008-01-01T18:26:00.000Z

Imagine, if you will, a chance meeting between Shakin' Stevens, Type O Negative and the teenaged ghost of Lauren Laverne in a Bootle social club. Shakey takes offence at Pete Steele's tasteless eye make up and starts kicking off, only to be calmed when the Fazakerley branch of the Jehovah's Witnesses turns up with the latest issue of the Watchtower featuring an exclusive interview with Cliff, the man who Shakey will never be. Awesome Wells is somewhat like this. Armed only with a sense of mild disgust and a shared love of Ace of Base, Awesome Wells was formed with but one aim - to encourage reluctant nuns to ditch one habit for another, more salubrious, kind - the habit of rock.

12.47pm, March 3rd, 2007 - The cafe in Clayton Square by Internationale - two scousers and a brummie form a band. They like Jack Daniels, sticking their feet out of taxis and chicken roll. Together they express their disatisfaction with their friends' boyfriends and their mutual worship of cats through the mediums of disco punk and interpretive dance.

Awesome Wells writes songs about Paris and Paris Hilton. They sound like Screamo and Regional Mexican Swing and C86, a mix of Sigue Sigue Sputnik and Gerry and the Pacemakers, except with flugal horn. If you can't give peace a chance, at least give Awesome Wells one. A chance, that is.

Awesome Wells have released the Bitch Poets EP with indie denizens Filthy Little Angels, as well as working with Cherryade Records on the 4th release of their legendary Christmas imprint - A Very Cherry Christmas. They are currently working on their first album, and are due to release a second single in Spring 2010.

Lyrics

2008-01-01T18:23:00.001Z

Bitch Poets EP

D.A.N.N.I.I.

You've Got No Business in the Fashion World

XX-XY-XU

Tramp Family

A Very Cherry Christmas Vol. 4

Never Buy You Roses

Other Songs

Isolation

Shit For Boys
Lost in Cliches
Superego
Blood On Your Shoes

Superego

2008-01-01T09:23:00.000Z

Everyone agrees you're a demon from the future
Sent back by the Devil, to see his work done
But in fact, you're just a manipulative kid
With an undeveloped id and a penchant for destruction

When I realised there was a succubus amongst us
I sought out an incubi i thought that I could trust
Well it turns out that he rides the early morning bus
That you get home in the dawn with the souls you culled this evening

I'm giving my imagination too much credit
You're just a selfish bitch

Oh no, there you go, with your superego
Don't you tell me what to do
My world doesn't turn for you
And I've been spending half my life explaining to my jailer that my dreams are worth as much as hers
Superego, up yours

Pull on winter coats for the last ray of sunshine
I'm astounded by the things we do in the name of the Son
As it is, I'm tired of being under your thumb
and what a mighty mighty thumb, i've the fingerprint to prove it

What a mighty mighty thumb, i've the fingerprint to prove it

And on the day the star shone brightest
Your grandad burnt a witch

Blood on Your Shoes

2008-01-01T09:07:00.000Z

I stop and see those animals
A monkey caught out screaming
They hide inside the promenade
and they're all lost inside weekend dreaming
A siren cuts across
There's someone beaten up
The ghosts inside the park
A mother's broken heart
There's gonna be loss

You got blood on your shoes - you say, I'm innocent
You kicked the life from a boy - you say, I didn't know
Well I didn't know what this feeling is
It's a terrible end to the inquiry
You got blood on your shoes

I stop and see those animals
A wounded tiger reeling
I'm dodging sick stained boulevards
No static air concealing to watch out for your life
Cause they're breeding
Their battle grounds at night
With their drinking
They're washed up so they fight over women
and I don't wanna be caught here shaking

You got blood on your shoes - you say, I'm innocent
You kicked the life from a boy - you say, I didn't know
Well I didn't know what this feeling is
It's a terrible end to the inquiry
You got blood on your shoes

One fear, one life, one hope, I know
You stole the soul of our boy with the sole of you
I fear my life
And we know, and they know
You've got blood on your shoes