Nocturnal Journal
G.B.H. · A Fridge Too Far [1989]
Thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry.
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet,
And the snail trail of a shooting comet.
Everything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down,
Everything I see - it all goes down, it all goes down ..
.. It all goes down in my nocturnal journal.
Bats are flying high but, the owls don't give a hoot,
No birds singin', seems the whole world's mute.
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets,
Slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat.
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time,
Explanations don't contain no reason or rhyme.
The moon stays awake with ease,
Bangin' car doors are annoying me.
The rain is coming down, started to lash,
And I'm waiting for the glass to smash.
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes,
To live by night is a chance I take.
Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light,
Banshee screams of another cat fight.
Nocturnal Journal
G.B.H.'s "Nocturnal Journal" appears on their 1989 album A Fridge Too Far, marking a pivotal moment in the band's early discography. Released during the height of the UK punk and post-punk revival, the track embodies the raw energy and introspective themes characteristic of the era. The song reflects the band's transition from their earlier roots to a more polished yet gritty sound, capturing the restless spirit of late 80s underground music. As part of their broader catalog, it stands as a testament to G.B.H.'s ability to blend aggressive rhythms with lyrical depth, influencing subsequent acts in the genre. The recording captures the immediacy of the time, offering listeners a glimpse into the creative process of a band that would later achieve significant recognition.