I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
I got my head done, when I was young.
This is what you get when you mess with us.
I’m feeling supersonic, give me gin and tonic. You can have it all, but how much do you want it?
I don’t understand how a heart is a spade, but somehow the vital connection is made.
Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you’re my wonderwall.
Love in the ’90s is paranoid.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry.
Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
But if you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long. Because if it’s gone for you then I too may lose it and that that would be wrong.
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
Britpop that’s deeply soaked in 1970s and 1980s influences spanning post-punk to glam rock to synth pop to dance music.
Effervescent Britpop from the mid-‘90s with hooks to match.