Part Of The Band Lyrics - The 1975

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July 08, 2022

Part Of The Band Lyrics - The 1975

Part Of The Band Lyrics by The 1975

"Part of the Band" is a English Song by English band The 1975. It was released on 7 July 2022 through Dirty Hit as the lead single of their upcoming fifth album, Being Funny in a Foreign Language. Reviewers identified the song as breaking new ground for the band, containing aspects of different pop, folk and rock genres. The lyrics, in a stream of consciousness style, explore Healy's relationships and himself without a chorus.

Part Of The Band Lyrics In English

[Verse 1]

She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band

I always used to bust into her hand

In my, my, my imagination

I was living my best life, living with my parents

Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants

And my, my, my cancellations, hm, yeah

[Verse 2]

And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame

I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine

In my, my, my imagination

So many cringes and heroin binges

I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes

Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

Enough about me now

"You gotta talk about the people, baby"

But that's kind of the idea

[Chorus]

At home, somewhere I don't like

Eating stuff off of motorbikes

Coming to her lookalikes

I can't get the language right

Just tell me what's unladylike

[Verse 3]

I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas

Sitting in east on their communista keisters

Writing about their ejaculations

"I like my men like I like my coffee

Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"

Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

A Xanax and a Newport

"Well I take care of my kids", she said

[Chorus]

The worst inside of us begets

That feeling on the internet

It's like someone intended it

(Like advertising cigarettes)

A diamond in the rough begets

The diamond with a scruff you get

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Outro]

Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?

Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke

Calling his ego imagination?

I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days

And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe

It's kind of my daily iteration