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Love Thy Neighbour

by Nom de Guerre

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Love Thy Neighbour 00:35
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Everybody Knows 04:25
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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
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Run Run Run 03:42
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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
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Get Another Gun 03:54
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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!
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Dear Mr Writer 04:44
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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
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Murder on Demand 04:01
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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?
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Drama Queen 03:29
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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
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The Shakes 01:15
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The Ballad of Harry 03:56
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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.
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Wedlock Waltz 04:07
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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
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Room with a View 03:51
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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
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Stockholm Syndrome 04:28
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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)

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Reviews:
One of the most astonishing bands of the year.
(www.monolulu.de)

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.
(www.dastextwerk.com)

Can we give you all a hint? Run, Run, Run and get a copy!
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credits

released May 3, 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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