We had rebellion protestors
Fight peacefully for the world
They blocked bridges and roads,
All the boys and girls,
Never lifting a finger in violence or rage,
To help break us out of this ecocidal cage
That we’re stuck in even still today.
We don’t get 40-degree British weather with no price to pay.
I walked along and saw skate ramps and kids growing,
And community and poetry and everyone knowing
That their hearts were in the right place,
And that history will shine bright on their face
For trying to do something about it
And not sitting by like all of us who doubt it.
Are you listening? Oh, what do I care?
Just pouring it all out, all laid bare,
Because I didn’t do shit all, you know,
Yeah. There’s a word for people like me...
I don’t know, let me know if you think of a good one,
Anyway...

Hindsight is 2020

Hypocrite

Hindsight Is 2020

We all clapped,
'Cause we all clapped,
And let blame for the situation run off the backs
Of the elected officials who weren't quick to react
On a global pandemic that was well on its way.
They did all they can, that's what they'll say
For our medical heroes,
Paid for and run by professional zeroes,
But let hero be the word we use to describe,
Then it seems more just that we're letting them die.
Quick to give praise,
Hesitant to give a raise.
They like to say we're all in this together,
But when the North needed aid the government said never
Till it affected those in the South.
Cover your face, shut your mouth.
From our yachts and stately homes,
You can sit and watch us lie while you're all alone.
I'm sick of celebrity Zoom song covers,
Pretend everything's okay, we're all sisters and brothers.
Lock the country down again, but leave it too late,
And give your PPE contracts to all your rich mates.
On the day before Christmas, the PM said to me,
You better stay home or face a hefty fucking fee.
Funny thing about fines is for the rich they don't exist.
A two hundred-pound charge for them is not a risk,
So they can do what they want with no fear of a fine,
While the poor stay indoors and wait for a sign
From a statement on TV telling us where we can and can't be
And which loved ones we're allowed or not to see,
But mix with your colleagues at your place of business,
So we can keep earning money off the back of this illness.
Thirty-seven billion pounds spent to track us and trace us
But the deaths drive up as they let it erase us,
So we all clapped,
'Cause we all clapped,
'Cause what it represents
Was a costly human expense.

Clapped

Only Shop Left In Town

There Will Be Adequate Food

Sincerity

Sincerity (ft. Artist Genesis)

Primrose Hill

Current Views is a band/art collective. Stream our EP 'Hindsight is 2020'! 

Current Views was founded by European Bob and Rora in the midst of the pandemic in 2020. 

During her studies at the Guildhall School in 2019, Rora was set to write a piece for pianist, Angela Novy and violinist, Giulia Lussoso. Inspired by Philip Venables and David Hoyle’s piece ‘Illusions’, Rora wanted to write a socially and culturally engaged piece expressed through spoken word and music, so she asked European Bob to share some of his poetry. From this initial collaboration was born ‘Not My Lover’. European Bob’s poem is at the centre of the piece and is a kind of love letter to England inspired by Allen Ginsberg’s poem, ‘America’. 

After working on 'Not My Lover' they decided to make a genre-jumping album that explores the interplay between music, language, visual art, and performance. They invited more creatives to join and form the band Current Views. They recently released their first EP, ‘Hindsight is 2020’ which is a social commentary on British life over the past few years.