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Terminal Zone
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A 3-minute classic from 1980, Terminal Zone was used to close all the band's shows (with the exception of the Creetown village hall riot, when we didn't get that far!).
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Psychedelic punky stuff from rural Scotland
Seminal (careful with that there word, boy) rural punk band from early 80s Galloway (Scotland), line-ups have come and gone over the years but we have tried to remain true to our ethos: "Four chords good, three chords best". As the available pool of contemporary local musical talent has gone into retirement the average age of the band has reduced. This year it is 28!
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #91
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Words: H. Thomson Music: HT/O. Figgis
Rights
Zachariah Toadstool 1997
Uploaded
January 03, 2005
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MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The song was written so long ago, it's difficult to remember. Basically it seems to be about teenage alienation, coupled with the cynicism of a youth who's had too much too young. I must have been reading J.G. Ballard at the time, because when I re-read The Atrocity Exhibition years later, I found a chapter entitled The Terminal Zone!
Lyrics
Take me to the terminal zone, it seems so nice. I don’t want to go alone but it seems so nice. I’ve seen a lot of strange things happen, It’s a mixture of guilt and dreams, But terror is different for all people And safety’s not what it seems. The future’s not secure anymore, And it holds subliminal rhymes. They’ll get you if you seem too secure In these inconsiderate times. Take me to ... I don’t feel for anybody anymore, I’ve learned just to stand apart We can’t communicate with each other, There’s no path to my heart. They can’t tell us that we are blind, But we’ll wonder why we can’t see. The strange ones may have control of us, But you all seem strange to me. Take me to ... I’m not too sure what’s going on, And it’s got so that I don’t care, All I want is to be left alone With my ration of food and air. I could scream at the world in political tones, But it wouldn’t mean anything. So take me to the terminal zone Where the cardboard angels sing. Take me to ...
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