youngdumblovers - 2001

youngdumblovers, Ed Scissor and Greenwood Sharps are back with another track adding to their onslaught of releases with 2001. This on is both a modern love story and a longing look back at an earlier time and relationship.

Written and performed by: youngdumblovers

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Lyrics

__I DROVE ALL NIGHT
__TO GET TO YOU
__IS THAT ALRIGHT?

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun
i could yell at the sun in the same way that my parents yelled at their son
still ain’t telling me nothing
still run around with the runts
come to think of it, ain’t had a conversation with my family in months

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun
i don’t dwell on it much, just howl at the moon at the top of my lungs
in the swell of the sun is the scent of the elements dipping at dusk
in that moment I’d tell you I love you (but baby I don’t have the guts)

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already beginning
i’ve given fuck all to the winter, the summer is all that I love and it’s all that I’m living
when slaloming home with the girl of your dreams in the passenger seat heading back to the burbs
racing the day in the deep of the night through the villages man and you swear that it’s her

something’s on fire
scent of the tyres
bass in the back of the whip
and we filled with desire
running into the night
we heading back to the bits
and you know that it’s her
and she knows that it’s you
but both of you button your lips
blow back the butt of the spliff
so close that you’re starting to kiss

TURN INTO ICE
TURN INTO ASH

TURN OUT YOUR DRIVE
PUMMEL THE GAS

RUBBER TO ROAD
FLICK OF A MATCH

GIRL IN THE FRONT
BOYS IN THE BACK

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun
i been wasting away in the day and just waiting on night to come
it’s dumb but it’s done
and this girl she was telling me something
as we sat in a dream
on the edge of the stream
overlooking the ponds

it’s 2OO1 and the end of the summer’s already begun
i been sat in the villages floating in space like 2001
i been spending my time with a gaggle of thugs and millennium bugs
i been spending my funds in the rattle and hum on some baccy and drugs

it’s 2OO1 and the summer is over, it’s butters, it’s doubly dust
you don’t fuck with that crew anymore
you don’t fuck with that gang
you don’t fuck with that lot
still i sent you a message, reply when you get it
i hope you can deal with the sentiment
baby i called you pick up
hope you can deal with me spilling my guts

i drove through the night at 120 to see you my love
i don’t know if you’re in or you’re out or you’re up or you’re there or you’re what
i recall every turn, drifting the whip, eyes wide shut
be there in minutes, i’m picking you up
done with this town, leave it for dust

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