Community Spirit from Big Twenty by Other Half

There’s a certain brand of sadness
Reserved for everyone old enough to know
And it’s hard to maintain,
A living-for-the-weekend lifestyle,
When you only work 2 days a week. It’s pretty bleak

The fights either side of the clubnight, They’re excellent
But they’re little more than scraps now the Movement’s gone
Come on, where’s the community?
I want gangs and factions and mobilised forces
Not kids on high horses,
I want Big Twenty to mean something again

What’s wrong with a little nostalgia?
The reward with the risk, the daily frisks
Yeah the contact felt incredible
Where’s the business acumen?
The guts to give the people what they actually need?
It’s pretty bleak

His head burst just like a balloon,
Congealed to black,
Spread either-side of his eyeballs
And melted into the tarmac
I smiled so fucking hard man
The first time in forever
Now those things you said man,
They don’t seem so clever.

• Punk
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• punk
• punk rock
• Norwich