THE FUTURE BELONGS TO THE AIRMAN  EP [2021]

Breezy mid-fi pop and rock. Short songs for those long summer evenings.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LYRICS

COOL BREEZE DAY-GLO MAN

the line was dead when I called you back

a breathing girl got into my head

a conversation we’re not supposed to have

the meaning of life is for drunken times

 

the thing is that I’d like to know

what you think of this winding road?

 

that leads to places we will see

where people are discussing our dreams

 

and think you’ve seen me never before

I’m into you, open the door

 

and think we’ve seen the past in our dreams

of scenes that flow with mixed up teens

colourful fresh and colourful schemes

I’m in your head, I’m one of your dreams

and lift me up and bring me to peace

of pieces assembled, connected to thee

it’s cool and microscopical flees

are buzzing around in wonderful trees

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hardly dressed girls

are hovering around, hardly dressed girls

the skies are so blue, I can hardly see (3x)

that I’m free

 

MARILYN STANDS TALL IN ALABAMA

hey girl you gotta let me know,

you wanna stand out in the crowd?

I know you wanted to be like her

a movie star, a fame lovin’ girl

 

hey girl do you know that Marilyn

stands tall in Alabama?

I know you wanted to be like her

a movie star, a fame lovin’ girl

 

hey girl, you’re in a hashtag battle

you’re all alone when the dust has settled, I know..

 

{girl you gotta face the facts

I’m not cool with that} (2x)

girl you have to face the facts

you ain’t gonna fool me like that

 

DAY-GLO POP EXPLOSION

he met a girl with fire in her eyes

the daydream world I’m in

he gave her the love she wanted

until she had enough of this guy and …

 

it sure feels a lot like dynamite

when you blow it up, the dots start to move away

 

he’s now in pieces

floating away in space

she had him stuck in the corner

for days and days you waited for the molecules to reassemble

 

it sure feels a lot like dynamite

when you blow it up, the dots start to move away

 

SERGEANT BUZZKILL

she screamed out loud

when the composite came out

and her only child had that look in his eyes

 

I was out of my mind

I drew a chalk outline

 

you and I are in separate worlds

I’m writing cards to cardboard cut-out girls

 

she picked up the phone

and she looked at her son

her hands touching the glass

only saying these words:

 

I’m calling lawyer Dan

he’s a highbrow man

 

you and I are in separate worlds

I’m looking through bars, waiting for a return

 

I guess I broke the line

the kite flew high in the sky

treasures, I found those pleasures

‘till I woke up in my cell

and he took his measures

sergeant buzzkill

 

SHE LIKES NEW RADICAL STYLES

every single day there’s a man outside my house

he’s looking through my window and he’s looking at my wife, but

she only has an eye for the devil in disguise

wolf in sheep’s clothes, can you believe that?

 

driving in my car, I see a man with a broken heart

in retrospect, she called me Jack

buried in her white wedding dress

at the wake of her mother

she married the boy next door

 

 

she likes new radical styles I know

she likes new radical styles I know

because she is the one for me

yeah, she likes new radical styles I know

because she is the one for me

she likes new radical styles I know

she likes new radical styles I know

 

THE AIRMAN COMETH

the kids are out

for school is over and the fields are next

to explore and find out

what life is all about

 

children are learning to cheat at hide and seek

the headmaster’s empty but aims to get free

for his head will explode

of hopes so high

 

this time we’ll manage to get him alive

trace him back to yellow photographs with husbands and wives

and running in the fields

turning into a flying machine

 

with wings that won’t burn

when the sun drops from the sky

and as time flies

I’m a teacher, I do oblige

I’m a kid now, I do oblige

 

find the car keys for the next stop

“we’ll meet again” are the words of Vera Lynn

 

 

on the way back

pull out the grey hairs

we’ll fade away

in the rear-view mirror, yeah

they pulled us over, we’re getting older

keep your hands on the steering wheel and

don’t make any furtive movement

 

exploring kids were never there

building castles in the air

the boys aiming for the sky

are smoking pot and getting high

 

boring kids were always there

looking in their underwear

the girls shooting for the stars

hide their self-inflicted scars

 

no, not the car keys

I’m not sober, no

and the time is always closing in

and when the night falls

we break the 4th wall

and we’ll meet you

our long lost friends

 

in the morning yeah

I’m awake again

I see myself

as a chasing man

pressing record

for a brand new start