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Love Thy Neighbour

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by Nom de Guerre

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One of the most astonishing bands of the year.
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Moving, disarming, amusing and stylish.
(www.78s.ch)

Good pop music doesn’t need guitars!
(www.dashromaterial.de)

Everything about this band is art.
(Die Zeit)

This little indie-pop opera happens to be a kind of masterpiece.
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released 03 May 2010
Nom de Guerre presents Love Thy Neighbour

All songs written, arranged, produced and performed by Nom de Guerre

Hector de Guerre: lead vocals, piano, synthesizers, organ, melodica and laptop
Louis de Guerre: harmony vocals, bass, keyboards and balalaika
George de Guerre: harmony vocals, drums, percussion and balalaika

Co-lead vocals on Murder on Demand by Soffy O.
Saxophone on Everybody Knows and clarinet on Wedlock Waltz by Daniel Älgå.
Violin on Get Another Gun, Drama Queen, The Shakes and Stockholm Syndrome by Roland Satterwhite.
Gang vocals on Get Another Gun by Lisa Ehlin, Jessica Hewitt, Anna Eneroth, Embla Ardal and Nom de Guerre.

Recorded in studios, living rooms, wardrobes and saunas in Stockholm and Berlin.
Mixed by Roger Krieg and Hector de Guerre at St Eriksplan 1.
Mastered by Roger Krieg.
Art direction and artwork by Sandra Tebbe.
Band photos/portraits by Matilda Rahm.
Nom de Guerre’s clothes are supplied by Uppklädd by Eneroth.
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Swedish pop trio Nom de Guerre spin power pop and disco into a heady cocktail of danceable indie rock that brings to mind the heydays of Madness, ELO, and Squeeze. (Allmusic.com)

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Track Name: Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows

Wakes with a smile
In disbelief
Her taste
Still on his teeth
Her side of the bed is as cold as her heart

Harry sits up
Lets out a groan
Calls her up
But no-one's home
Seems Kimberly's back in denial again

Everybody knows
All the friendly smiles are just for show
No-one really wants to say hello
But everybody knows

Everybody lies
Making up the story of their lives
Papering the cracks and sharpening knives
Everybody lies

Wakes with a sigh
His wife's asleep
Her face
Could make him weep
Monotony's left them as dry as a bone

Irving gets up
For pity's sake
Patiently waits
Until she breaks
Poor Francis is coming apart at the seams

Everybody knows
All the friendly smiles are just for show
No-one really wants to say hello
But everybody knows

Everybody lies
Making up the story of their lives
Papering the cracks and sharpening knives
Everybody lies

Knowing looks and furtive glances
Patched-up hearts and worn-out dreams
Forlorn hopes and failed romances
Nothing is quite what it seems
Track Name: Run Run Run
Run Run Run

Watching Kim lean forwards invitingly
A nervous Irving feels a little frisky
This fake liason’s teasing so enticingly
But he can’t help it, he’s just gotta have her

And as they lie there, panting in the candlelight
She hides a smile, she knows it’s been a good night
She’s a survivor, don’t bother putting up a fight
But Irving lies scheming how to win her over

We got to
Run run run run run run run away
Cut our losses and take it day by day
Aaaah, yeah we could work it all out
Run run run run run run run away
We could plan it and make her go away
Aaaah, yeah we could work it all out

A second chance to try again, redefine
It’s really simple, we don’t need an Einstein
Our lives are destined to interact, intertwine
Kind of sick her death could be a lifeline

Now the secret is out and the stage has been set
But he isn’t really sure about the killing part yet
Aaaah, but he could buy his way out
Track Name: Get Another Gun
Get Another Gun
Say hello
Say hello from me
She’s getting old
She’s no more use to me
Have a go
Have a go, baby
I don’t know
So prove your love to me
Have a little chat with the run-down missus

I could never take her life
After all, she’s still my wife
Let’s let Harry wield the knife
Get another gun, yeah

Get another gun
We’ll get out
Make your life a dream
Get another one
A sell-out
I’ve got what you need
Get another gun
And check out
Nothing’s what it seems
Get another one
Or get out
Get another gun, yeah!

Say you will
Say you’ll prove yourself
They all know
About her failing health
If you do
You’ll have C.O.D.
If you don’t
You’re no more use to me
Go and have a drink with the washed-up writer

Put your best dress on tonight
Smile and wait for him to bite
Keep your conscience locked up tight
Get another gun, yeah!
Track Name: Dear Mr Writer
Dear Mr Writer
Dozing in front of the kitchen TV
The clock shows a quarter to one
Dreaming of Pulitzers, fame and glory
He wakes up and sees just how empty his life has become
One more scene to write
One more sleepless night

Looks out the window, a new day dawning
Coffee might just do the trick
Picks up the mail and his heart starts pounding
Rips at the envelope, suddenly Harry feels sick
Pulls the letter out
And he reads it all out loud

Dear Mr Writer, so sorry we have to say no
Your work's too didactic, too wordy and preachy, no flow
But thanks for your manuscript, do try again
We'll pass the buck
We wish you luck
Don't give up

Harry’s still there at the kitchen table
It's one in the morning again
Bashing away at his worn-out laptop
Shaking with anger, he types out his passioned defence One last noble fight
He'll show them alright...

Dear Mr Publisher, tell me what made you say no
I know you must think I'm some talentless, stubborn wino
God only knows all the hits you have turned down by now
But go ahead yawn as I pour out my soul
I'm grown up
I won't crack up
I won't give up

Dear Mr Writer, so sorry we had to say no
But your work's too didactic, too wordy and preachy, no flow
Our roster's quite full at the moment, but you never know
But go ahead laugh as I pour out my soul
I'm grown up
I won't crack up
I won't give up

Harry’s asleep at the kitchen table
Dreaming of writing again
Smiling now everyone loves his novel
Happy for now 'til the postman comes calling again
Track Name: Murder on Demand
Murder on Demand
She strides defiantly, balling her hands
There's no stopping this murder on demand
But her greedy heart keeps her mind in a tight vice

So she calls him up in the middle of the night
"I need to talk to you about the two of us"
And he prepares for another of their fruitless fights

But now her mask is on, she's so coy and so tender
"Baby I've been thinking 'bout you”
And so the game is on, it's victim versus pretender

So, Harry... Harry, Harry, Harry
I’ve got a problem, won’t you hear me
Out, ‘cos you're the only one I trust

Why can't you see that I could never be your cunning Corleone
The only thing you keep forgetting is that my name isn't Tony!

I need a trigger man
I need a hero
Please be my trigger man
Cause I can't afford a pro

So what’s the deal on your devious plan
A quid pro quo or a murder on command
I'm hardly your average odd job man

Honey it's not like that, it's not some cold-blooded mauling
Easy for you to say, I find it rather appalling!

Oh Harry... Harry, Harry, Harry
Do this and then we can get married
Let the ends justify the means

I need a trigger man
I need a hero
You need a backup plan
Cause I'd never sink that low...

When she sways on the window sill ranting, it's torture
All she needs is just one little push, that'll sort her
Maybe this is my last shot for freedom and fortune
Is it Francis or me who's the innocent lamb to the slaughter?

I need a trigger man
I need a hero
A murder on demand
How far are we prepared to go?
Track Name: Drama Queen
Drama Queen
Another night
Another fight
It's not OK
She's got this bad, bad feeling on the way
It's like a curse
It's getting worse
She feels it getting closer

I’ll be your drama queen if you’ll be my Elvis
We could pretend we're doing fine
I’ll be your drama queen if you’ll be my Elvis
Oh please don’t read between the lines

Another day
Another play
High as a kite
She knows that Harry’s taken up the fight
He’s such a fool
But love is cruel
She feels it getting closer

Yes she knows that it’s on with the show
If she wants to get her hands on the ticket to her freedom
Yes she knows it’s a cold, callous blow
But the thought of all the dough gets the better of her demons

Her treasure
Gives her endless pleasure
Has plenty, she wants more
Her treasure
Murder made for measure
So much to answer for
Track Name: The Ballad of Harry
The Ballad of Harry
I'd never longed before
I’d never wanted more
Still I just couldn’t get enough
I’d mostly stand and watch beside
Since I just didn’t have the means
To be like everybody else
I watched the others falling, disappearing into states of mind I couldn’t grasp, where they would breathe I only gasped, yet somehow…

I. Love. You. Desperately.
Annoyingly
The sense of being thrown against a wall.
Brick. Hard. Repeatedly. Ferociously.
It’s clear that we would never stand a chance.

There’s not a chance in hell I would give up to tell
But I simply can’t regain my poise
I start admiring all the people who recovered after falling so much harder, or so they said.
I watch myself in progress, disappearing into states I can’t explain or grasp, but somehow they make sense at last, and clearly…

I. Love. You. Desperately.
Compulsively. I feel like I’ve been run down by a truck Huge. Ouch. Repeatedly. Compellingly.
It’s clear that I would never stand a chance.
Track Name: Wedlock Waltz
Wedlock Waltz

Hey
Won't you go away
We pass the time of day
Nothing left to say

Leave
Please leave me alone
In my happy home
Worn down to the bone
Yeah

Stay,
Don’t you go away
I saw you both today
What do you have to say?

Hey
Tempers flared that day
The selfish games we play
But love me anyway
Yeah

When you’re gone
It’s warm and easy
Thoughts of failure
Love still teases me

Happy ending
Oh so nearly
Former lovers
Hate so dearly

Hey,
Look at me, I’m here
Use me up, come near
So what do you fear?

Smile,
Take your final bow
Loved me then, but now?
You fucked me anyhow
Yeah
Track Name: Room with a View
Room with a View

“Dear neighbours and so-called friends
The time has passed to make amends, it's too late
So this is my fate”
Her voice breaking the morning still
Francis spreads her arms and feels a sudden thrill
As she sways on the sill
Then there’s a silence, Irving drops his can of oil Cramped under his Ford
He’s heard it before
But in a second there’s a thump, then there’s a slam, now there’s a scream
He’s totally bored
Yeah he knows the score
And with a loud snarl…. he hauls himself up on all fours

A room with a view can make you miss
Back when your ignorance was bliss
But now it’s too late
Turned all your love to hate
A room with a view can blow a kiss
Unveiling the truth you might have missed
In someone’s back seat
Life is a constant beat, put on repeat

”You come around but won’t stay for more
You treat me like I’m some kind of whore to you
That’s what you do!”

Kimberly can’t take Harry no more
She kicks at a chair, and slams his door, then stops Her jaw slowly drops

When for a moment the dazzling Sunday morning sun is blocked out of sight
A body in flight
And in a second… Kimberly lets out a scream

Before you know it life will head another way
Before you know it life will turn and go astray

A room with a view can make you miss
The time when your ignorance was bliss
But now it’s too late
Turned all your love to hate

A room with a view made Francis pissed
Eventually she could not resist
A drama cliché
And now they would have to pay for their betrayal
She tried to fly, from all the lies, and now she’s gone Rest in peace
Track Name: Stockholm Syndrome
Stockholm Syndrome

I made the news today
They even knew my name
I’ve always wanted fame
Hello

Now nothing is the same
I’m left here with my shame
No-one to share the blame
It’s time
To go

Stockholm (Could life be more dramatic?)
Syndrome (Could life be more pathetic?
Another sad romantic)

So now it’s come to this
I’ve years to reminisce
A frightened fugitive
Alone

With all the raging guilt
For innocent blood spilt
You pushed me to the hilt
And now
You’re gone

Dear Mr Writer, so sorry I had to let go

Stockholm (Could life be more dramatic?)
Syndrome (Could life be more pathetic?)
So I made the news today
And they even knew my name
(Another sad romantic)
And nothing is the same
And I'm left here with my shame

(Could life be more dramatic?
His dreams have lost their magic
Could life be more pathetic
Another hopeless addict)