Lyrics: Good times

Good times, Clarke & Moyet on a sofa, promo photo
Good times, Clarke & Moyet on a sofa, promo photo

Good times

Sometimes i feel,
I’ll never belong
I want to get there so bad
But it’s taking so long
Sometimes i feel
Like letting go
But when it comes right down to it, baby
Who wants to know? (no-one)

[chorus]
And i find (for a good time)
I’m knocking for a good time (for a good time)
Now i find (for a good time)
I’m knocking for a good time (for a good time)

Standing on the outside
I’m looking in
Trying to be heard
I don’t know where to begin
Help me baby show me how
To be a part of it all and all
Right here – and now

[chorus]

Hands are full of silver
My pockets full of gold
It’s time i’m trying to spend
And i can’t get myself sold
I’m a bargain honey
I’m a giveaway
And you can have it all
If you’d use up my day.

[chorus]

[credit: Moyet]

Note: This song is a bit of a paradox. Music and voice suggest a party, and so do the lyrics, partly, but there’s a more melancholic message as well. The girl – or boy, for that matter, and probably a teenager – wants to be loved, but the desired one does not seem to notice.

Video on Youtube (live, Copenhagen 2008)