Pompey chimes in the intro. A bit Celebrated Summer, a bit Teen Age Riot, a bit Over the Neptune/Mesh Gear Fox. Pizza punk opening to multisyllabic prog redemption. A drinking song telling the story of a band broken up by conscription.
lyrics
ON THE TYNE
Miller’s always hanging
Drinking beer and smoking hash.
Paz was snorting charlie in the gents
Of the Grenache.
But couldn’t waste four figures on just four chords anymore
They had a taste for glory but their pride was harmony pure.
but it always seemed to be the right time to go.
And the dream it seemed so realised but you don’t know.
When no one tells you it’s the right time to go.
And it always seemed just like the right time to go.
Down the rabbit hole of reminiscence.
The lore we speak
The more we want.
The lawful love of wartime omniscience.
And silence has it’s own sound.
With our faith, without taste.
With your Southern grace.
In the wreck
Under the table
Swindle time
The lies we tell ourselves at home.
Let it snow
Let it snow with dry white brine.
I’ll long to have you mine.
To tie one on, on the tyne.
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