Things are about to get scary…
Stalked by a Stranger is the track that took me the longest to write so far. It was several months in the offing as I had to plan and craft it quite carefully. It’s written in the first person but it is fiction, I took on a persona of a slightly younger, more arrogant version of myself, making sure I was writing in the same style of local dialogue throughout.
I tried to achieve a gritty and eerie feeling whilst retaining some nonchalant humour and I’m happy with how it turned out. I’ve always loved songs that are full stories with a twist or two in, so I’m delighted to have written one myself. The process helped improve my writing and hopefully there will be more of the same in the future.
I won’t talk too much about what happens in case you’ve not heard it yet – you’ll have to find out for yourself!
My favourite line:
“He reminded me of the referee Pierluigi Collina but with a black eye and a limp, so this guy looked even meaner.”
Lyrics (Spoiler alert!)
Ahhh it’s gonna be a great night tonight.
Anything can happen. (happen, happen)
The minute I opened my eyes I was feeling on top of the world,
It seems ridiculous now looking back considering how my day unfurled,
It was Friday, it was payday, it was gonna be off the scale,
But I never even made it out and I’ll tell you the tale.
I checked my phone and I clambered out and tossed back the linen,
And then I went downstairs and I made some toast and I watched some Loose Women.
Peter Andre and Michael Ball were on but I don’t know what they were discussing,
I checked my phone and the lads were lively the group chat was buzzing.
Big night tonight, we were gonna meet up and sink a few jars, living large,
Casino for a few hours then we’ll hit up some bars,
You know we’ve known each other years these fellas all went to school with me,
It was gonna be a night of shenanigans and some classic tomfoolery.
But first I knew I had to take a trip into town
To get some cash and threads and a double Greggs I’ve got this nailed down.
I was parched and I couldn’t be arsed to go and wait for the train
And so I jumped into my car and took it to park at Woodhouse Lane.
I headed straight to Greggs for a corned beef slice and something fizzy,
Had my feed and a look round Leeds it wasn’t exceedingly busy,
I wanted a shirt some shoes and a belt so I headed over to Trinity,
Flashed the plastic it felt fantastic it massaged my masculinity.
My testosterone was pumping I must admit I was feeling flash,
I checked my balance and withdrew two hundred pound cash,
Now I’d got everything I need from town no reason to stay,
Not even god himself could bring me down today was my day.
I started walking back to the car when a bloke caught my eye,
He was tall and bald and he looked like an intimidating guy,
He reminded me of the referee Pierluigi Collina
But with a black eye and a limp, so this guy looked even meaner.
I was like a defender being sent off, I remember the resemblance was striking.
His scent offended my senses as he got a bit close for my liking.
His eyes were psychotic and he was staring right at me
So I got a march on, time to hop it, cos he looked like he wanted to stab me
Believe me I was feeling uneasy and queasy,
His demeanor was sleazy I mean he gave me the heebie-jeebies
And really clearly he didn’t fear me and nearly stopped me in my tracks,
I had a terrible feeling and I said to myself that I wouldn’t look back.
I couldn’t resist the urge and I checked over my shoulder and then I saw what I didn’t wanna see,
This fella was following me.
I was petrified cos I didn’t know why but I can’t deny that a creepy guy with a glint in his eye sent a shiver down my spine and I felt that the Earth was swallowing me.
My head was harassed, I just wanted to get on it,
My ass emitted a blast that had more gas than Halley’s comet,
I took one more glance and corroborated any suspicions,
He’d sped up too I immediately knew that I didn’t have any decisions.
I clocked that he was on his phone, was I dreaming? It was starting to bug me,
Suddenly I’d never felt so alone, I had a feeling he was smarting to mug me.
I started pegging it and picking up the pace,
He was legging it and it became a race,
I was sweating but it wasn’t gonna be far,
I just needed to get my arse back to the car.
I was racking my brain, I was thinking had I seen him before?
Situation seemed so insane, what the hell was he chasing me for?
He seemed to be slowing and I was getting away with ease,
I reached into my pocket and started fumbling for my keys.
My car was in sight, I was sure that I’d given him the slip.
It was gonna be a great tale tonight when I’d be steaming like the funnel on a ship.
Then out of the blue, someone jumped out by the side of me,
He ran at me and pushed me and my ass hit the deck, flippin’ eck!
Before I could even blink he had his hands round my neck!
He was smaller but stronger and he’d caught me by surprise, no lies
He fought with no honour and he had blood in his eyes.
Then baldy steamed in, and he booted me straight in the side,
He proceeded to bray me and maybe he’d slay me he made me afraid for my life!
I struggled underneath and I got him back with one on the nose,
“Just take my bag!” I pleaded with him as he rained down the blows,
I felt like I’d been hit by Mike Tyson,
I was sucking up the dust like a Dyson,
Bricking it slipping out of consciousness I could see the white light on the horizon.
I was looking straight up at him as his foot hit my jaw,
As I saw my life flash before me I remembered where I’d seen him before.
The same angry stare, but the roles were reversed,
He was only decking me now because I’d done him in first.
That night no question, we were off our nuts we were steaming,
But to think we’d get away with it well I must’ve been dreaming.
Last Friday it had all kicked off when we were getting our scran,
When there were four of us and one of him and we chinned him and ran,
Now I’d a flashback and as it happened I’d been burying the memory
Of giving him a rocket and seeing his eye socket as it snapped like a celery
But now my time was through, it was cruel and beautiful witnessing karma,
My head was the ball on the tee and he was lining up a swing like Arnold Palmer,
It was then that I knew that I wouldn’t get a chance to make my amends
And so I closed my eyes with a wry smile as he took his revenge.
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