First single from upcoming 4th album, "Retrofate"
Blackjack Illuminist Records
Lyrics:
I've been meaning to ask:
"Is this the new normal in these parts?"
Your jacket may be gone
Your facial expression's still no fun
Still no fun
Is it 1995 that is invading?
'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating
There's this Nazi bloke looking behind the fence
Grim-faced, bald
I take a glance
He comes up to me
Supposedly sees me as his prey
And it's too late to bail
How come I appear as bait?
How come I appear as bait to him?
I'm barely a teenager with a football
on a rocky pitch shooting on an empty goal
Is it 1995 that is invading?
'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating
My brother's friend
Quick-witted, mind attend
He makes off like a sorcerer
Finds his way home
It's not far
Sends his parents instead
To the pitch on which we shake
Afraid to receive a beating
And she said:
"Hey, how're you feeling, what's up, huh?"
And it looks like she's just dealing with an average punter
Is it 1995 that is invading?
'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating
She gets us out of this maze
To this day I remember her face
We got away
We got away
And I ask myself these days:
"How come we're back on this ground?"
"How come, we're back on this ground, mate?"