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We Are 1980 Lyrics
Lean back into the wind, it’s an empty cold outside
I sent you back just the smoothest rock I could find
Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind
It’s an old concept sending letters again
Well thought out, rehearsed, and written out in pen
Paperless here is a thing of the past
Cutting down trees and using up gas
We’ve got Mandarax and loveless sex
And information passing through our skin and bones
Spot on with my content for the lesser known, in spite
of all the rules of my own that I break up in stride
Ignore my front back ignore my left and my right
It’s my moral compass
And it’s easy to find
Well thought out intentionally left behind
It’s regrettable, yes
But how could I ever sleep at night
Knowing I had rules and knowing I had to abide
We’ve got Mandarax and loveless sex
And information passing through our skin and bones
It’s the information age
Of lesser consequence to the silence
The information age
Of fountain pens and real stationary
It’s the information age
Of lesser consequence to the silence
We are 1980 (x 8)
I sent you back just the smoothest rock I could find
Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind
It’s an old concept sending letters again
Well thought out, rehearsed, and written out in pen
Paperless here is a thing of the past
Cutting down trees and using up gas
We’ve got Mandarax and loveless sex
And information passing through our skin and bones
of all the rules of my own that I break up in stride
Ignore my front back ignore my left and my right
It’s my moral compass
And it’s easy to find
Well thought out intentionally left behind
But how could I ever sleep at night
Knowing I had rules and knowing I had to abide
And information passing through our skin and bones
Of lesser consequence to the silence
The information age
Of fountain pens and real stationary
It’s the information age
Of lesser consequence to the silence
We are 1980 (x 8)
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Submitted by
tricialamb On Apr 08, 2012
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Does anyone else think that this song could be about 1980 by George Orwell? I think the ideas of "information passing through skin and bones," and "of fountain pens and real stationary," really hint that the classic (which I'm halfway through, hah) is an influence.