Welcome back to another #MusicMonday! It’s not about books, but about music, and I’m looking forward to presenting you with a taste of my playlist. It’s the brainchild of Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek, but my inspiration comes from the lovely Claire from A Knight’s Reads. Every Monday, I’ll be choosing a song to share with you. The Spotify playlist is here and it will be updated as I go along.

Today I’m sharing another song that was first introduced to me by the great people of the NTT20 squad. It’s come up a few times on my Spotify algorithms this week and it’s now officially an earworm.

Cheap Thrills: Walton Vale

He needs a sat nav for the subconscious
Because he doesn’t feel good when he’s on this
And I don’t know why
He’s doing these drugs to get by
His guts gave up by the ranchers
He threw up by the church, God curse this
Holy matrimony he’s found
Between himself and getting high
(Nail-bitten fingers, nervous dispositions,
Common with day drinkers, unfortunate positions)

So take him down Walton Vale
Needs a break, needs a drink
He’s always on the ale
But did anyone think
If the gamble landed this time
It’s probably time to leave

It’s a pretty holy place for someone who’s so sinful
And it always makes him think
But even more after a skinful
All these churches, all this time
All that Guinness, all those lines
He thought he’s killing himself
Turns out that he’s hurting her
Everybody knows him now, he’s part of the furniture
All that praying and all that hope
Poor old Oliver not being able to cope
(Riddled with addiction, blurred double vision,
Nail-bitten fingers, nervous dispositions)

So take him down Walton Vale
Needs a break, needs a drink
He’s always on the ale
But did anyone think
If the gamble landed this time
It’s probably time to go
Down Walton Vale
Needs a break, needs a drink
He’s always on the ale
But did anyone think
If the gamble landed this time
It’s probably time to leave

He screams and slaps himself,
An outward expression of the feeling inside
And no, it’s not good for his health
But I was under the impression he had something to hide
He likes to think he’s comfy
But he can’t handle hassle
You’ll see him in his best
From the Bull down to the Castle

So take him down Walton Vale
Needs a break, needs a drink
He’s always on the ale
But did anyone think
If the gamble landed this time
It’s probably time to go
Down Walton Vale
Needs a break, needs a drink
He’s always on the ale
But did anyone think
If the gamble landed this time
It’s probably time to leave

Songwriters: Alex Quinn / Anton Eager / Callum Fitzpatrick / Lewis Pike / Terry Eaves

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Until next time!