Robyn Hitch***** - 1974 Lyrics
You have two coffeesOne of them is one coffee too many for youOn a health kickTrying to lead a middle-aged lifeWell, it's either that or drop deadWait 'til you get older than thisAnd then turn around and tell me I was young for my ageYeahAnd it feels like 1974Waiting for the waves to come and crash on the shoreBut you're far in landYou're in funky denim wonderlandYou and David Crosby and a bloke with no handYou've got hair in placesMost people haven't got brainsOohBut it feels like 1974Syd Barrett's last session, he can't sing anymoreHe's gonna have to be Roger now for the rest of his lifeOhEnough about me, let's talk about youYou were working at the Earth Exchange at half twenty-two'Rebel Rebel' was your favorite songOn the Archway RoadWhere it all belongsAll those molecules of timeThat you thought you'd shed foreverAll those inches of timeThat you thought you could just say bye-byeAnd as Nixon left the White HouseYou could hear people say,"They'll never rehabilitate that motherNo way."YepWhirry-whirry goes the helicopter out of my wayI've got president to dump in the voidOohPython's last series and The Guardian said,"The stench of rotting minds"But what else could you smell back then?You didn't have to inhale too hardYou could smell the heads festering in the backyardThere's a baby in a basket and it's taken your nameAnd one day it'll grow up and say,"Who are you,Eh?"And you say that's where it endedBut I say no no no, it just faded awayAugust was greyIt feels like 1974Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floorFeels like 1974You could vote for Labour, but you can't anymoreFeels like 1974Digging Led Zeppelin in GrimsbyOh Christ
