In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And God save the queen, she turned a whiter shade of pale,
My mum and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and 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 around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And God save the queen, she turned a whiter shade of pale,
My mum and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and 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 around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Lyrics submitted by laurenhasissues
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair) Lyrics as written by Sandi Thom Ian Brown
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!
just heard it on the radio... what a great song! So I'm not the only one who was born too late?!? very comforting :)