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  1. 09 Nostalgia

From the recording LIONS AND BUTTERFLIES

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Jeremy: “In my teens I spent a great deal of time locked in my bedroom surrounded by primitive tape machines linked together by cables, wires and according to my best man Tim Saunders, coat hangers (although these may have happened to be hanging nearby and thus have been wrongly identified as being part of my so-called studio - they were doubtless holding my generous selection of 80s jackets with giant lapels and shoulder pads, and Kim Wilde badges). I had a fantasy a couple of years ago of performing Back To The Future in reverse, i.e. travelling back from today to the late-1980s and giving my younger self some key advice on how to improve my early musical masterpieces which weren't quite as masterful as my teen incarnation believed they were - and to fine-tune my plans for world domination. Remembering the younger me and how hot-headed I could be, it occurs to me that teen Jeremy wouldn't have taken any advice from his older version, and I (the 2015 me) would have been sent packing quickly. That's
assuming my trip back in time to meet myself hadn't totally messed up the space-time
continuum leading to the end of the universe, of course. Only Doc Brown would know.
Ultimately, trying to relive or change the past is futile, and I’m of the belief that the path you took was for a reason, and made you who you are. Above all, it is never too late to change
direction and follow your dreams - if you didn’t do it then, get on with it now.”

Lyrics

NOSTALGIA

Please stay calm
Don’t be alarmed
I had a chance I couldn’t lose
To drop in
Soothsaying
Am I a future you would choose?

My only words
Are words that criticise
But criticism wasn’t welcome here
Broke you apart
Have I the heart
To dwell on words you cannot hear

I’ll fill you in
Where to begin?
These blacks and whites link you and I
You struck with fear
Release right here
Scarred with tones of innocence gone by

My only words
Are words that criticise
But criticism wasn’t welcome here
Broke you apart
Have I the heart
To dwell on words you cannot hear

A slow burn
No wish to learn
Twenty seven years coming of age
The darkest days
We wish away
The scenes that fake nostalgia would restage

My only words
Are words that criticise
But criticism wasn’t welcome here
Broke you apart
Have I the heart
To dwell on words you cannot hear