Home From Home is an ode to independent British music festivals. The lyrics illustrate hangovers in sleepy, backwater towns, staying up all night singing songs around campfires, and wearing the same clothes days in a row. It is the essence of the four day weekend - a time when 20-somethings can escape the hustle and bustle of jobs, families and responsibilities in favour of getting the highest you've ever been.
Influences on this track include Bouncing Souls, Banner Pilot, The King Blues, The Lawrence Arms and Mischief Brew.
lyrics
As the train pulls out of Blackpool town,
I'll watch the bars and restaurants as they're all closing down
And for another year, we'll long to hear that revolution sound,
We'll learn to fly again, and we're never coming down.
For a mere four days, we're careless, and we're loud
And we drink Buckfast for breakfast and we blend in with the crowd,
And when we're old, and when we're over,
Place your head upon my shoulder
And we'll tell ourselves that we lived in the here, and the now.
We're anchorless, like novels writ by Steinbeck,
We wake up dressed like trainwrecks
And expect nothing more, or nothing less.
We always called it, "home from home,"
But home is where you are,
So let's sing our favourite reggae songs
And dance under the stars.
We always called it, "home from home,"
But home is a means to an end
So we'll sit out on those steps, my dear
And drink to the weekend
The four day weekend.
In that seaside town, the rest of life was far away,
We forget that people change as we're chasing those middays
Into early sunsets, mohawks, dreads, that B&B on Adelaide
And though the business wears away, the written word remains.
You're beautiful against the drop of boarded up department stores,
Playing up, and staying up, and sleeping rough on bedroom floors
Take me back there, years from now,
When I've given up, thrown in the towel
And maybe we can sing another anthem on the walls.
If you really wanna hear about it, we're just passing through
And after twenty years, I've learned that no one stays for more than two
So we're left with phantoms, strays, a guitar I can barely play
And there's another pilot down, another song about the blues.
If you really wanna boogie, then I'm sure I'll show you how
Forget about back in the real world, and we'll be okay for now
Instead of money worries, early sleep, your old friend, Insecurity,
The Queen of Lower Chelsea as the sky is coming down
The sky is coming down.
We always called it, "home from home,"
But home is here and there,
And I guess this life was much easier when
I thought you didn't care.
credits
from The Way Back,
released September 2, 2016
Asher Baker - Vocals, Lyrics, Guitar
James Routh - Guitar, Bass Guitar
Luke Hesketh - Drums
Rosaleen Morshead - Viola, Piano
David Bird - Backing Vocals
Kelsey Beth-Crossley - Backing Vocals
Jemma Rodgers - Backing Vocals
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