1989
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From the PIAS-press text:
On ‘1989’ dEUS sounds typically dramatic and full of ideas. All Linn drums, synths, and nods to yacht rock, the track sounds very, well, 1989. It also sees singer and leader Tom Barman channelling his inner Leonard Cohen; smoky, seductive, and just a little gruff. “I’ve never sung so low, so it was exciting to do,” he says.
- Music
- Tom Barman, Klaas Janzoons, Alan Gevaert, Stephane Misseghers
- Words
- Tom Barman
- Credits
- Vocals: Tom Barman, Lies Lorquet
- Guitars: Tom Barman, Bruno De Groote, Sjoerd Bruil
- Acoustic guitar: Tom Barman
- Bass: Alan Gevaert, Tom Barman
- Drums, percussion: Stephane Misseghers
- Piano: Klaas Janzoons
- Synths : Klaas Janzoons, Tom Barman
Oh back in 1989
You must have been there at the time
To feel the weightlessness of old
Failing history in class, you could smile at that I guess
If you think it happened
Some still have a piece of wall, or aimed too high before the fall,
Others simply failed to show
Cause it was 1989
If it was any other time.
I’d know.
Touch my skin
Where you been
Say I’m in
It feels like it is just a simple halo
II
I know it should take a little less
To find a little rest
From the moon and from the tide
But back in 1989
I fought the battles that were mine
I think they happened
Cause I was first and I was last
to read too much into the past
Through ashes and through embers
Was it now in the snow or early spring
Did I break a thumb or another limb
I don’t remember
Touch my skin
Where you been
Say I’m in
It feels like it is just a simple halo
We’d go to where the sailors go, salute the unmoored
We’d be the ones who say goodbye, that’s what we’re here for
III
All the azaleas in their prime
an imaginary shrine
They are frozen in their bloom
Cause back in 1989
Is when I learned to look behind
Like nothing happened
You know it always comes too soon
Not even halfway to the moon
You burn excuses on your lips
Yeah it was such a marble time
The year of 1989
You know
The time that I can’t put behind
The time that I can’t leave behind
Let it spin
Lose or win
Next of kin