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Going Backwards

by Patio Gas

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lyrics

Sitting on a train, going backwards, out of town,
All the crowd a sea of people, glare at all those sitting down.
But I’m looking out the window, to where the meadow meets the sky,
Asking does it really matter if I live or if I die?

Consuming propaganda, screen locked to the left,
Thinking of ideas which in days I'll be bereft.
Perhaps it might be troubling letting lies beneath my skin,
If they were not all my friends, or the lies that I believe in.

Are you really unemployed if there’s never any jobs?
The man behind The Times turns his head and slowly sobs.
He’ll be getting off at Bramhall, you can see it in his shoes.
I’ll be getting off soon after but the seat’s not mine to lose.

Touch down into Stoke Town, in a taxi heading west,
I have never felt at ease in a scene of such unrest.
There’s a chill within the air, as the evening settles down,
Now I’m sitting on the settee going backwards, out of town.

Liberate me from these fields,
Take me right into your arms,
Welcome me in with your loving embrace as you take me right into your arms.

The meeting was better in the absence of the brief,
The poet, once again, beaten by the thief.
My greeting had the heart but in all it lacked belief,
I give into everything and get it all except relief.

Boxed up in the box room, for 27 weeks,
Gave the searcher his directions unto everything he seeks.
Ask if you’d be wearing creases in the corners of your cheeks,
If you just got told to shut up every time you went to speak.

Does a dream become a nightmare if your idling never ends?
AI customer assistants have become my only friends.
I am searching now for something to rectify my suffering.
Sat here going round and round, my laptop slowly buffering.

Liberate me from these fields,
Take me right into your arms,
Welcome me in with your loving embrace as you take me right into your arms.

The meeting was better in the absence of the brief,
The poet, once again, beaten by the thief.
My greeting had the heart but in all it lacked belief,
I give into everything and get it all except relief.

credits

released January 27, 2023
Patio Gas are:
Jack Melvin: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Piano, Electric Piano, Synthesizers, Drum Machines, Orchestral Arrangement
Lewis Fernyhough: Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, 12-String Guitar, Synthesizers, Backing Vocals
Adam Heath: Drums, Tambourine, Cowbell, Shakers, Backing Vocals
Accompanied by the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

Produced by Jack Howorth
Additional Production & Mixing by Sam Carrick
All songs Written by Jack Melvin
Engineers: Jack Howorth, Sam Carrick
Mastered by Jack Howorth at The Warren Studio, Sheffield

Sleeve Concept, Design, & Art Direction by Jack Melvin
Photography by Jack Melvin

© 2023 Patio Gas

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Patio Gas England, UK

In the broad church of post-punk, Patio Gas explore influences of dance music and garage psychedelia, layering swirling guitar lines over heavy electronic beats.

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