1995

First single from upcoming 4th album, "Retrofate" Blackjack Illuminist Records Lyrics: I've been meaning to ask: "Is this the new normal in these parts?" Your jacket may be gone Your facial expression's still no fun Still no fun Is it 1995 that is invading? 'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating There's this Nazi bloke looking behind the fence Grim-faced, bald I take a glance He comes up to me Supposedly sees me as his prey And it's too late to bail How come I appear as bait? How come I appear as bait to him? I'm barely a teenager with a football on a rocky pitch shooting on an empty goal Is it 1995 that is invading? 'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating My brother's friend Quick-witted, mind attend He makes off like a sorcerer Finds his way home It's not far Sends his parents instead To the pitch on which we shake Afraid to receive a beating And she said: "Hey, how're you feeling, what's up, huh?" And it looks like she's just dealing with an average punter Is it 1995 that is invading? 'Cause it looks like my old life anticipating She gets us out of this maze To this day I remember her face We got away We got away And I ask myself these days: "How come we're back on this ground?" "How come, we're back on this ground, mate?"