Lazy Day

Martin's notes: I wrote this in a flat I was renting on the top floor of a building on the corner of Roscoe St and Leece St in Liverpool. I wrote all of ‘Everything’s Alright Forever’ here. I lived above a lady who vacuumed the walls and kept rubbish in her flat for weeks on end when her medication ran out. There was a cleaner who came in to vacuum the stairs every week; she would let me use the vacuum for my room and I would make her a cup of tea. I had read a book about the Manson murders which had scared the shit out of me and this song was about a dream I had had about them. It sounds very catholic to me. Tim said something very cruel when I played him the guitar riff; I can’t remember what it was but I’m still deeply traumatized. We played a gig somewhere in Scandinavia once; there was a kid at the front of the stage who wore thick glasses. He didn’t move throughout the first half of the concert until we got to ‘Lazy Day’ whereupon he carefully removed his ‘gligs’ and proceeded to smash the place up with some frenzied moshing which ended the second we finished the song. I didn’t see him again after that.