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Disillusion (Home Demo)

I’ve lost a lot of weekends 
In many different ways 
(Holding on for sunny days)
Staying close to my best friends 
The only way to stay 
(Holding on for sunny days)


Wake up in the morning 
Finish up my yawning 
Stumble into coffee head 
Read up on the latest 
News, I still hate it Stumble back into my bed


A morning rollick with a pixel queen 
Beamed into heed shady alleys unclean 
But it’s not the kind of love that I’m looking for 
So I stumble into shoes and out the front door 
A park bench bellows a mechanical drone 
The familiar reminder that I’m not alone 
But it’s not the kind of love that I’m looking for 
Set myself to slumber, looking for more 


This ain’t rebellion, 
This is Sportswear Punk. 
This ain’t rebellion, 
This is Sportswear Punk. 


I’ve lost a lot of weekends 
In many different ways 
(Holding on for sunny days)
Staying close to my best friends 
The only way to stay 
(Holding on for sunny days)


A photo on my social gets past my immunity 
That hungered urge, that need for community 
So I’ll dress up nice and I’ll take a photo 
A snapshot of time, freeze still emotion 
Because I think I am, what I say I am 
Because I think I am, what I say I am 
Because I think I am, what I say I am 
but I’ve got no-one to talk to. 


This ain’t rebellion, 
This is Sportswear Punk. 
This ain’t rebellion, 
This is Sportswear Punk. 


Do we even like it? 
Do we know our name? 
Do we even want it? 
Will it always be the same? 


But I live for that feeling 
That feeling that I’m dreaming 
This earthquake is a-seeping 
The whole world goes all sleepy… 


I’ve lost a lot of weekends 
In many different ways 
I’m holding on to sunny days 


I’ve lost a lot of weekends 
In many different ways 
(Holding on for sunny days)
Staying close to my best friends 
The only way to stay 
(Holding on for sunny days)

But I live for that feeling 
That feeling that I’m dreaming…









Notes

There’s never been a better time to be alone than the present. The entire world is open to you through the internet, you can view beautiful things from older happier days, hear songs sung from more vibrant times, and feel things that you cannot find outside the theatre of your bedroom. The golden age for the introvert. 

Because of this, the late-millennial seem to spend a lot of time in their own heads, thinking about who and what they are, and acting upon what they find. Sharing things that represent how you feel or how you wish to be identified has become almost second nature. 

But this isolation and inward obsession seems to have fucked us up a little bit: anxiety, lack of self-belief, difficulty finding like-minded people who share all your intricate opinions and beliefs. Loneliness, confusion at the point of it all, & despair at how you will find your place in the adult world that was built by generations with totally different ideas & values from your own. 

In these times of absolute solitude, suddenly those that are closest to us become of maximum importance, the friends we hold dearest, whose company lets us escape from such feelings. 

This contradiction is one of many that defines our generation, the ever-revolving cycle of bliss & anxiety, passing from moment. This song was built on this, using chords that change between major (happy) & minor (sad) keys, always looking for the resolution which never quite comes. 

This is at the core of the whole concept of Sportswear Punk. We feel different, we act different, and we want to be different, but we can’t seem to muster any sort of actual rebellion against the world that we feel so alarmingly alien from. We find our own ways to cope; through art, through music, through films, through creative expression, through drugs, through friends, through love, through fashion, through hedonism.
This isn’t rebellion. This is Sportswear Punk.
Joel xx

Sportswear Punk

LYRICS
MILLENIAL MOANING
The people
They'll work
The adults
They'll work
Their children
They'll work
The whole world stays in work
Living in a world to waste your time
Living for another place
Living for a life of nine til five
Waiting to save face

Can we try?
Try again?
Can we try?
Try again?

The people
They'll work
The adults
They'll work
Their children
They'll work
The whole world stays in work
Living in the coils of an aging nation
Not enough of us to cause a deviation
Ignored without the fallout from above
'cos we're just young, naive and just in love

Can we try?
Try again?
Try again?

GENERATION ME
Then I think to myself
Then I think to myself
Then I think to myself
Then I think to myself

Little old Davey C
Does he care about me?
Little old Davey C
Does he care about me?
The future's in numbers
But right now, I slumber
Wake when I'm sleeping
The whole world is weeping

What comes next?
After Generation X?

We aren't we
We are Generation Me
We are Generation Me
We are Generation Me

Ralphy hat, falls off skateboard, naughty boy
Mood right now: binge watching in my room
Nosering, micro-fringe, delicate bone structure
Bikini babe, blue cocktail, blue lagoon 
Face-swapped a baby and an inanimate object
Big lips, hair sleek, big lashes, eyebrows fleek,
My dinner is this salad, health, lifestyle,
Squad assembling at nandos, chicken, cheeky cheek
Did the news mention that 500 blacks were murdered today?
That 1000 gay people were called fag?
The tories are bastards because they sold the NHS
Sign this petition or you’re bad
Tattoos, weed, vegan, gamer, can’t sleep at night
Picture of dead rock god and a truth he foretold
Skepta and ketamine and my little pony
Its dat boi oh shit waddup
This is really fun, no moaning, no groaning generation me

MILLENIAL MOANING / GENERATION ME

'Out For A Stroll', track 3 off of our DIY ep 'this ain't rebellion'.

Lyrics

Waste a lot of time and I waste a lot of money 
Don't have much of either which I think is pretty funny 
I might live to a hundred or a hundred and two 
But it's gonna be a long one less I find something to do
Get in line, get into the queue for the money 
Get in line, get into the queue for the honey 
It's a pretty good light down here in the hole 
If anyone asks, I'm just here out for a stroll...

Out for a stroll...

Football in the park with a likely bunch of chums
Twiddling our feet just to leave alone our thumbs
Pinging it about like the likes of Steve Gerrard
You be David Beckham, me Super Frank Lampard - 
Waste of time, waste of time 
Give it up when you find what you find 
Keep on running while the whole world goes insane 
Living round the corner from the pigeonhole 
Me you already asked, I'm just out for a stroll...

Out for a stroll...
Out for a stroll...

Out for a stroll...
Out for a stroll...
Out for a stroll...









Notes

Out For A Stroll is a song for sunny days. 

After having a right old moan about internal & external ailments for two songs, escapism is the order of the hour to keep the head up and keep on keeping on. The music for this was written during the months I spent scrounging from the government for money to buy weed & beer, spending weekdays kicking a football about with mates or just pottering about in a smokey bubble. When I picked up my guitar, I didn't want to write a song that externalised my problems, I wanted to write a song that I could ride my bike really fast to. 

Of course, throughout this period I was obviously being a cunt with a skewed moral compass - that money is there for the people who need it, not for spunky little shits with no desire to do anything with the day. But I didn't give a toss. I was getting my hands on whatever I could to help my escapism, running full speed ahead in the other direction of my disillusionment with work, the contradictory Sportswear Punk identity crisis and general lack of purpose that 19 year old me felt. 

Our generation is a leisure-loving one, we live for those sunny days, for festive wandering and midnight pondering. The idea of Sportswear Punk is all about the good & the bad, the light & the dark, in a constant cycle. Here I wanted to grab the light at its brightest. There's nothing profound to be said in this song. It's not heading in any particular direction, it's just popping out for a stroll. 
Joel xx

Out For A Stroll

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