[intro: cassette hiss, shimmering synth pad, warm guitar ambience, distant laughter, steady indie drum groove]
[verse 1: conversational male vocal, warm emotional delivery, dreamy reverb]
The stereo mixing NOW CDs,
The nostalgia of cartoon morning TV,
Super Nintendo and me,
All Stars and TwinBee,
Kay lie straws and bright coloured statements,
We took to art with chalk upon pavement,
Banksy style without the sensation,
A trip to childhood, what a nostalgic vacation,
[pre-chorus: rising guitars, soft synth shimmer, emotional vocal lift]
So carefree as we trudged to The Green,
The “No Ball Games” sign had no meaning to me,
Debates long on till the streetlights came on,
Over the Game Boy Advance and the new Pokémon,
[chorus: soaring gang vocals, cinematic dream-pop atmosphere]
Rewind my VHS for me,
So I can remember feeling young and free,
Box-style TV,
Play my retrospective memories,
[instrumental: jangling guitars, retro synth lead, tape flutter, hey vocals]
[verse 2: bigger emotional vocal, nostalgic youthful energy]
We grew bolder and ventured further,
Warm summers spent by Sookholm river,
Muddied bogs and fat old frogs,
Life skills and life lessons,
From ten to eleven,
Saturdays were spent on our roller blades,
Spinning around the arena,
Madonna, Gwen and Me-cah,
Blasting through the loudspeaker,
You couldn’t catch me and I could you neither,
The music would agree you were a cheater,
[pre-chorus: wider harmonies, emotional synth swell]
One day you’re pedalling in third gear,
The next the bikes disappear,
One by one you surely move on,
Suddenly childhood’s done,
[chorus: louder gang vocals, soaring guitars, glowing synth atmosphere]
Rewind my VHS for me,
So I can remember feeling young and free,
Box-style TV,
Play my retrospective memories,
[bridge: stripped back guitar and synth ambience, distant harmonies]
There came a night we didn’t meet,
No football on our little street,
No grand goodbye, no final scene,
Just the last day on The Green,
Didn’t know we were counting down,
To the final bike ride through our town,
No warning sign, no reason why,
Just childhood slowly losing to time,
[final outro: soft gang vocals, fading synths, emotional guitar echoes]
In my retrospective technicolour,
I remember friends and my two brothers,
Looking back amongst the dust,
Somehow those memories stay with us.
LA2010
