Described as "classic UK rock delivered with whiskey vocals", the band have been summarised as possessing a sound akin to the genres of alternative rock and "British traditional rock". Stereophonics' debut album, Word Gets Around, was released in August 1997 and charted at number six in the UK, aided by the singles "Local Boy in the Photograph", "More Life in a Tramps Vest" and "A Thousand Trees". The band reached mainstream success with the release of Performance and Cocktails (and its promotional singles "The Bartender and the Thief", "Just Looking" and "Pick a Part That's New") in 1999 and have achieved a total of ten top-ten singles as well as one number one: "Dakota" (2005). Having sold around 10 million copies worldwide by 2016, Stereophonics are one of the most successful Welsh rock acts. Upon their release of Pull the Pin, they achieved five consecutive UK number one albums.
The band have also been praised for their live performances, which have landed them headlining slots at many of the UK and Ireland's most high-profile music festivals, including Reading and Leeds in 2000, Glastonbury in 2002, V Festival in 2002, the Isle of Wight in 2004 and 2009, Oxegen in 2010, Tramlines Festival and TRNSMT in 2018, and Latitude in 2019. The band is part of the Cardiff music scene.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereophonics
Studio albums
Word Gets Around (1997)
Performance and Cocktails (1999)
Just Enough Education to Perform (2001)
You Gotta Go There to Come Back (2003)
Language. Sex. Violence. Other? (2005)
Pull the Pin (2007)
Keep Calm and Carry On (2009)
Graffiti on the Train (2013)
Keep the Village Alive (2015)
Scream Above the Sounds (2017)
Kind (2019)
Oochya! (2022)
Everyday I Think of Money
Stereophonics Lyrics
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And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Yesterday, I bought my beach house
A little place just off the coast of France
Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of running
I love my truck, I love my family
Could tie my right hand man
And put him some place
Then I'd ditch the truck
And buy a new face
Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of someway
It can't buy you love
It can't give you a soul
Can pick you up
Can down you low
Can drag you out, of the hole
You dug
Yourself
Out of...again
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
Everyday I think of money
Everyday I miss my family
These lyrics depict the life of someone who is consumed by the pursuit of wealth and material possessions. The singer drives a truck that carries money and dreams of his fantasies every day. He recently purchased a beach house just off the French coast and constantly thinks of ways to make more money and run away from his current life. The singer seems to love his truck and the life it brings him, but at the same time, acknowledges the emptiness of constantly thinking about money.
The second verse shows a darker side to the singer's life, as he mentions the possibility of tying up his right-hand man and starting anew. Money seems to be the only thing that brings him happiness, but he also recognizes that it cannot buy love or a soul. The coda provides a contrast to the singer's wealthy life, as he is now driving a truck that carries convicts and is imprisoned himself. he can only think of money and misses his family. Overall, the lyrics suggest that the pursuit of wealth can be a never-ending cycle that leaves one empty and unfulfilled.
Line by Line Meaning
I drive a truck, it carries money
I work as a driver transporting money in a truck
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Every day, I daydream about the riches and luxuries that money could bring me
Yesterday, I bought my beach house
I recently purchased a vacation home by the beach
A little place just off the coast of France
This beach house is located in France
Everyday, I think of money
Money is always on my mind and I am constantly thinking about ways to make more of it
Everyday, I think of running
I am always thinking of new business ideas and ways to make money quickly
I love my truck, I love my family
I have a strong attachment to both my job and my loved ones
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
Being surrounded by the wealth and luxury that comes with transporting money makes me feel happy and successful
Could tie my right hand man
I am so obsessed with money that I am willing to betray even my closest associates
And put him some place
I would have no problem getting rid of anyone who might be a threat to my wealth
Then I'd ditch the truck
I am willing to abandon my current job if a better opportunity for making money arises
And buy a new face
I am so preoccupied with money that I would even undergo surgery to improve my chances of success
Everyday, I think of money
My thoughts are consumed with the attainment of wealth and success
Everyday, I think of someway
I am constantly brainstorming new ways to make more money
It can't buy you love
Money cannot bring true happiness or genuine human connection
It can't give you a soul
Money is unable to provide inner peace or spirituality
Can pick you up
Money can give you temporary feelings of joy and success
Can down you low
Money can also bring feelings of sadness and failure
Can drag you out, of the hole
Money has the power to pull you out of a difficult situation caused by poverty or financial hardship
You dug
That you may have caused yourself due to your own poor financial decisions
Yourself
You are the only one responsible for your financial situation
Out of...again
Despite having money, you may find yourself back in financial trouble if you do not manage it well
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
I am now transporting prisoners instead of money
My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs
I am restrained and unable to enjoy the freedom that my previous job allowed
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
I have lost my wealth and my freedom, and now I can only hope to walk around outside tomorrow
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
I use art to cope with the feelings of hatred and despair that come with being imprisoned
Everyday I think of money
Even in my darkest moments of imprisonment, I cannot stop thinking about money and what it could bring me
Everyday I miss my family
Money cannot replace the love and comfort I feel when I am with my family, and I realize this now that they are no longer around
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KELLY JONES, RICHARD MARK JONES, STUART CABLE
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