In 2012, I lost my 9-5 job working for an absolutely horrendous man in East London. I decided to take my no money and my free time on tour with a folk punk three-piece my then-band shared members with by the name of Let's Go Nowhere. We piled into a two-door busted up Suzuki Swift and hit the road, with all the stories and situations that come with touring: gaffer taped trainers, squat gigs, broken guitar strings, and sleeping on Catherine Jackson's floor. We did anything that year, we went anywhere.
This song's influences include Banner Pilot (particularly "Isolani" and "Western Terminal"), Rise Against, The Gaslight Anthem, Nothington, and of course, Let's Go Nowhere.
lyrics
What’s in store for us in these directions we don’t take?
We could settle for the day to day,
Or we could take these memories to our graves, so
Tape your shoes, I’ll pack a bag,
Pop the trunk, and I’ll lock the door,
And tomorrow night, we’ll be half a tank away,
Passed out on Catherine Jackson’s floor.
These are the best days of our lives,
Nine to five, we’re chasing sunsets,
Come the night, we’ll come to life.
When trial and error’s “when,” not “if,”
This engine roars, but never gives,
Will you let me be in your dreams
If I let you be in mine?
If I let you be in mine,
We’ll be just fine.
Back out on the road again,
A pub, a room, a squat, a stage,
Cloudy city pilgrims residing on a road-worn, torn-out page,
Even past the midnight hours,
As your lungs begin to sting,
We’ll play out that final number
On a beat guitar, with a dozen broken strings.
These are the best days of our lives,
Let’s give up, and run away,
We’ll leave this world behind.
Watch our dreams burn out with those Marquee lights,
In a life where travellers grow tired,
Adrenaline devours the blood,
But we’ll be fine.
Yeah, we’ll be fine.
These words are weapons in this battle for narrative,
They’re brandished with our backs against the wall
As they cave in.
There’s a record of you there, someplace,
It’s twenty miles to Portway Place and
Money, though she’s needed, she never meant a thing.
No, she never meant a thing, that’s why we sing…
These are the best days of our lives,
And when I scan the radio, I remember that sometimes.
credits
from The Way Back,
released September 2, 2016
Asher Baker - Vocals, Lyrics, Guitar
James Routh - Guitar, Bass Guitar
Luke Hesketh - Drums
David Bird - Backing Vocals
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