Nostalgia

Описание: Nostalgia -Written by myself and Recorded with AI Vocals and Music

Lyrics -

He's a Colossus of a man and we called him Higgy
Always scoffing his face, because he ate like a piggy
He was a big drinker
He was a stupid drunk
He was my best mate at school
He was a Crux Punk
He always had me in stitches a belly full of laughs, like a night on the nitrous oxide on the laughing gas
But not so much that day he anointed a glue cross on my forehead, I lost my balance high up and dropped down smack on my head
But it didn't really matter, as I was still stoned so why should I care
Even now covered in blood dripping down from evostick stuck in my mohican red hair
Then there was the day we picked magic mushrooms why we did PE
Higgy was wolfing them down, me I was saving them up later for after my tea
Higgy got to stoned he had to go home, the rebellion in the classroom, those days were never alone
Then there was the time I came back pissed after i had a chippy dinner
Staggering and swearing like the filthiest of the sinners
Threatened two teachers and puked in the head masters office, but somehow I got a date out of it, to do a girl up her orifest
Those were the days us Punks strapped are legs together, soaped up haircuts, Palmolive blended in the Sunshine weather
We went to Camphill Youth Club and we made a spoof movie with members of the Crux
We drank magic mushroom wine at party in the park before it kicked off into a fucking great ruck
We Danced at the Bistro
The Nagshead
The Hollybush
And the Seventy Seven
All these mad adventures and we were only a couple years older than the age of ten or eleven
Higgy did the Arley Shuffle like Lord of the Dance
In his Discharge bondage Shirt to Adam and the Ants
We were little Punk Rockers in a world of chaos, shouting no future and not giving a toss
There were many more like us, the boys in the gang
Like The Skinheads
Buck and Bowen the second wave of the Wolfmen
D A
Demps
Alb
Cookie
It was like the crazy night we went to see the Clockwork Soldiers and the Oppressed, that night fuck me we were lucky.
It kicked off like a wild west barroom fight, boots and braces battling it out under moon rays light
Same thing happened coming back after seeing Crass, Karl kicked off with some squadies on the train and we jumped off like a wild west movie into the stones, bricks and broken glass
So many Stories
So many to Tell
So many of those now departed Ripping it up now in Heaven or Hell
The Stockingford Skinheads known as the S S none of them were Racist I can openly confess
The C.L.A Punks that followed the Crux, this is a boot of nostalgia like a kick in the nuts
So this one's for
Karl
Alb
and Bowen that have gone to the grave, your memories will stay alive forever, those crazy stories we ever made.