17 julho, 2006
Sandi Thom - I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
and anarchy was still a dream
When my mom and dad were in their teen
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
And ignorance could still be bliss
When popstars still remained a myth
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
When accountants didn’t have control
When music really mattered and radio was king,
Not everybody drove a car,
When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on topand vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
and anarchy was still a dream
When my mom and dad were in their teen
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
And ignorance could still be bliss
When popstars still remained a myth
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
When accountants didn’t have control
When music really mattered and radio was king,
Not everybody drove a car,
When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on topand vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
