This one comes from the bones of an old song that got started years ago but it wasn't quite there. I always liked the riff and I had the "four miles, five miles" sections so never quite tossed it out, and eventually in 2021 had another stab at it and overhauled most of the original song. In all its iterations though, the song has always been about the fear of getting old and boring, and the "four miles, five miles for free parking" line refers to those dull exchanges grumbling about how far you had to go to find somewhere to park. In the final version, the metaphor took a life of its own and morphed into a surreal town planning session where I deal with the logistical issues of finding parking for the residents of a toy village: "these plastic people's plastic permits only work in the week / how will they meet their plastic pals if they can't park on the cheap?"
lyrics
These plastic people, plastic people, plastic people are quick
They’re driving in their plastic cars, they need plastic permits
If it is cheap all of these people want a decent bargain
Where will we park these plastic people?
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
Four miles (four miles)
Five miles (five miles)
For free parking
Six miles (six miles)
Seven miles (seven miles)
For free parking
We go on (we go on)
We go on (we go on)
We go on
We go on
We go on
We go on, we go on, we go
These plastic people’s plastic permits only work in the week
How can they meet their plastic pals if they can’t park on the cheap?
This isn’t feasible or reasonable these people agree,
Oh what a
Oh what a pickle for these people
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
Four miles (four miles)
Five miles (five miles)
For free parking
Six miles (six miles)
Seven miles (seven miles)
For free parking
You’re gonna drive me wild
Shoulda got the underground again
Can you get me out of town?
We’ll split the petrol money
Are you happy?
Well are you happy with this?
You’re gonna drive me wild
Shoulda got the underground again
Can you get me out of town?
I gotta ask you
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you paid for?
We go on (we go on)
We go on (we go on)
We go on
We go on
We go on
We go on, we go on, we go
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Five miles, six miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Six miles, seven miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Five miles, six miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Six miles, seven miles
There’s nothing like it around here
credits
from Quarrels,
track released May 10, 2023
Lead Vocals / Guitar: Nick Tompkins
Lead Guitar: Bradley Moore
Bass Guitar: Josh Doyle
Keys: Nick Smith
Drums: Steve Ray
Brighton-based Youth Sector’s music is a coiled spring of urgency and unpredictable energy; while lyrically offering a sense of catharsis for the confusion of modern adult life.