Seems Like Yesterday Songtext
von Guy Fletcher

It was a different landscape then
The 1970s
Plimsolls hangin′ in the trees
VW's and VCRs
Carnaby Street boutiques
Disco glam and chic

Summers never seemed to end
The sun that burned my face
That warm embrace
Tarmac melting in the heat
The countryside untouched
We never wanted much

Jeans that never seemed to fit
Polypropylene was shit
Hair you′d never wanna cut
Like on Charlie George's nut


All I'd really wanna do
Is sing these songs and play for you
Now the years have gone away
But it seems like yesterday

Everything was simple then
Basic technology
Three channels on TV
Nothing′s changed but then again
Peace and love and hate
War and Watergate

Writing songs in my bedroom
Post-economic boom
Tape machine is in record
There the chords to my sweet lord
Get the boys in for a jam
We′ve got a gig in Birmingham
Scrounging fags like nothing else
But it seems like yesterday

(We never thought technology)
(Would be in everything you see)
(Thinking thoughts of you and me)
(It seems like yesterday)