A psychedelic beat combo from when we were very young
Story behind the song
Quite pleased with the way this seemed to break most of the rules of pop music (odd time signatures, no defined verse or chorus, even what sounds like a key change at the end is actually bringing you back to the original key) but still sound a bit like a pop song.
Lyrics
Listen up, you roustabouts
You weekend buccaneers
Here's your swing at wild adventuring
So proffer up your ears
You'll have skies from floor to ceiling
And all the methane you can breathe
And the feeling of being so homesick
You'll never want to leave
Seen through someone else's eyes
The other man's grass and so on
Seeking where the secret lies
You can guess where this is going
You don't exactly need a map
Or expert guidance
Just set your Skechers on the track
Before it's lost to subsidence
You won't need to pack provisions
Or supplies of any kind
It's less to do with what you bring
More what you leave behind
The adventure of a lifetime
For those prepared to dare
Don't be anxious about the trip
In what seems like no time you'll be there
Hold the globe between your hands
Spin it on its axis
Before the terra firma
On which you stand collapses
You'll have all you ever wanted
And want all you've ever had
Rich beyond the dreams of artifice
So good you'll want it bad
Seen through someone else's eyes
The other man's grass and so on
Seeking where the secret lies
You can guess where this is going
You don't exactly need a map
Or expert guidance
Just set your Skechers on the track
Before it's lost to subsidence
Before it's lost to subsidence
