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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Peacocks
The Peacocks
Performer
Hasu Langhart
Hasu Langhart
Guitar
Simon Langhart
Simon Langhart
Double Bass
David Langhart
David Langhart
Modular Synth
Jürg Luder
Jürg Luder
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hasu Langhart
Hasu Langhart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Langhart
David Langhart
Producer

Lyrics

Brand new, it‘s all brand new to you
Brand new, it‘s all brand new
Brand new, it‘s all brand new to you
Brand new, it‘s all brand new
You wanna underpin
Every fist pumping chorus
With a very vary melancholy
There‘s something to be said for hanging in there
Past the point of hanging around too long
Hung out to dry or put away wet
All the same, when it all goes wrong
Calm down, what are you on about?
Calm down, no I‘m not into trouble
Calm down, fun‘s not dead
Calm down, what are you on about right now?
You wanna underpin
Every fist pumping chorus
With a very vary melancholy
There is something to be said for hanging in there
Past the point of hangin `round too long
Hung out to dry or put away wet
All the same, when it all goes wrong
No – yeah baby I‘ve got skills
Yeah baby I‘ve got skills
And when the speed kicks in
I go to the shop for nothing
Stop! stop or I say stop again
Stop! stop or I say stop again
Stop! stop or I say stop again
Stop! stop or I say stop again
Brand new, it‘s all brand
Brand new, it’s all brand new to you
Brand new, brand new to you
Brand new, it‘s all brand new
You wanna underpin
Every fist pumping chorus
With a very vary melancholy
There is something to be said for hanging in there
Past the point of hanging `round too long
Hung out to dry or put away wet
All the same when it all goes wrong
A fretful rumination on what is lost
And what is gained as a man grows up
Try to stay off that drugs
Chemicals won‘t finish the job – no
Written by: Hasu Langhart
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