Life Thru A Lens (Rehearsal Recording, Spring 1997)

Track Info

  • Title
    Life Thru A Lens (Rehearsal Recording, Spring 1997)
  • Released
  • Duration

Original Release

Cover Art for Life Thru a Lens 25th Anniversary Edition
Compilation

About

Life Thru A Lens appears as a rehearsal recording on CD3 of the 25th anniversary edition of Life Thru a Lens. Captured in spring 1997, the recording documents the song during band rehearsals, shortly before the album was finalised. It offers a rare glimpse of the track in a working environment rather than a finished studio setting.

The song was written by Robbie Williams and Guy Chambers, whose partnership by this point was defining the character of Williams’ debut album. The rehearsal recording is structurally very close to the released version, indicating that the song’s core arrangement and dynamics were already in place. What differs is the looseness of execution, with the band playing together in real time.

Musically, this version runs at a slightly slower pace than the album take and carries a distinctly live feel. The rhythm section is less compressed, and the performance breathes more freely, giving the song a rough edged immediacy. Williams’ vocal is delivered as a guide performance, prioritising feel over precision.

Lyrically, Life Thru A Lens reflects on self scrutiny, insecurity and the desire to be understood, themes that resonate strongly within the context of Williams’ early solo career. In rehearsal form, these ideas feel more exposed, with fewer production elements to soften their impact. The song’s observational tone is heightened by the directness of the performance.

Lyrics

Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
Live your life thru a lens

Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double
measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double
measure with friends

Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Oh no it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell

She's looking real drab just out of rehab
I'm talking football she's talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque's just bounced better run
to your mummy
And you know it's a class act she'll never
ask for it back

Just because I ain't double barelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash
Tarquin's Bentley
I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You're scared of the poor and needy
Is that why you're all inbreedy?
They're just like you, they need love too

Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell

Credits

  • Vocalist

    Robbie Williams
  • Songwriter

    Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers

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