This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
Where fewer little posh boys can’t believe we treasure beer cans.
Where’d you get those fans,
Found them at the shop man,
Peculiar place to find them but they’re dedicated View fans.
You think it’s cynical to this home a miracle,
It’s not a miracle; we’re just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We’re heading for the quick sand.
Sign on the brew, coz there’s nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but listen to you,
Not listening to you my parents told me not to,
This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland,
Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand.
So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief,
They’ll find it funny when they see insurance relief,
Sign on the brew, coz there’s nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but I listen to you,
I’m not listening to you my parents told me not to,
Think you’re a hard prick, something quite sadistic,
No you weren’t sadistic when he’d done you with the brick vick,
Your land is boring, so very, very boring.
Wouldn’t dream to wonder if it’s raining or it’s snowing.
This is the wasteland, wasteland...
Where fewer little posh boys can’t believe we treasure beer cans.
Where’d you get those fans,
Found them at the shop man,
Peculiar place to find them but they’re dedicated View fans.
It’s not a miracle; we’re just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We’re heading for the quick sand.
Nothing to do, but listen to you,
Not listening to you my parents told me not to,
This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland,
Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand.
They’ll find it funny when they see insurance relief,
Sign on the brew, coz there’s nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but I listen to you,
I’m not listening to you my parents told me not to,
No you weren’t sadistic when he’d done you with the brick vick,
Your land is boring, so very, very boring.
Wouldn’t dream to wonder if it’s raining or it’s snowing.
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I just know that this track is gonna be big so guess what...... im getting the first comment in haha wicked band and fukin wicked track intro just makes ya wanna move. xx
The song's about Dryburgh, the housing scheme in Dundee where the band come from...it is, to them, the wasteland.
theyre not all from dryburgh. apparently either the guitarist or the drummer actually comes from their. and kyles gran lives there.
indiechick, are you just gonna contradict everything i say? Kyle's defo from Dryburgh (and his Gran), and they all hang about at the Dryburgh shops. To be perfectly honest, i don't know their addresses, but if you knew Dundee (which you obviously don't cos in one of your earlier posts you said you couldn't understand them), you wouldn't hang around at the Dryburgh shops if you wren't from there, cos they've got Charleston on one side, and Lochee on the other. Plus, they said they like Lochee Utd. Juniors, who actually play at Thomson park....you guessed it, in Dryburgh.
Also, why would they write a song about it, dedicate it to the Dryburgh boys, anfd mention the Dryburgh boys on the sleeve in their thank-yous?!
PS there's been enough written about them to know they're from Dryburgh, so just keep quiet from now on unless you've got a decent point to make. Cheers.
Oh aye, and they've even got a pictur eof Dryburgh ont he gatefold sleeve of their EP, the Superstar Tradesman vid's shot there, as is The Don and Skag Trendy.
Awa' 'n' leh in it!
Amen McDee18!!! Some people havny a clue about Dundee!
"It's about where we come from - Dryburgh. It is saying that everybody thinks the place is a wasteland but we love it. We've travelled the world but I still find it hard to meet people as real as the people there."
And how true is that statement!!! =] x
i dnt realy giv 2 shits were there from. this song is awsum and soz the album. nt as good as the pieon detectives tho
The pigeon detectives can't spell pidgeon properly and you (a fan) can't spell their name properly. This country breeds retards.
The pigeon's blow anyway, too pop. They were ok at Reading though.