The Band That Had No Luck

I remember back at high school when I was on my first nights out,
with some borrowed amplifiers they told us what´s really loud!
It´s hard to start out of the province but with the power of youth
they knew anything could happen and in every word they sang lay truth.

And a flame was burning in their lonesome teenage hearts –
a dream of beer and girls and party days.
And on the horizon far an open road stretched out
to paradise in an endless summer´s haze.

And they played.
And they played.

Now for ten years they´ve been playing almost every Saturday.
Never matched to hit the city. Lost in small towns on the way.
A lonesome band, a lonely audience - ten to twenty, that´s the score.
A weak applause, and it´s all over. Sometimes someone cried, “Encore!”

Still the flame was burning in their clueless, restless hearts.
They thought back to dreams from teenage days,
and on the horizon they were looking for that road
but it had disappeared in a long, long summer´s haze.

Still they played.
And they played.
They sang hey sha la la, they sang ooh na na na,
They sang whack fol de day, they sang toora loora lay.

Found themselves completely stuck.
Just another band that had no luck.
The flame had burned out in the rain.
So they split up... and joined again...

They´re well aged now with drinks and smoke. They laugh about their same old jokes.
Some of them are family men, but tonight they´re on the road again!
MUSIC IS THE ONLY SPIRIT that keeps us alive in any way.
Let us be forever children in our small towns on Saturday...
on Saturday...

When they play.
 And they play.
They sing hey sha la la, they sang ooh na na na,
They sing whack fol de day, they sang toora loora lay.

Still the flame keeps burning in their glorious olden hearts.
Still they live their dream from teenage days.
And on the horizon far the same old road stretches out
to God knows where... to God knows where...


© 2008 Sheesong Publishing