Le Homesickness of the Arctic Monkeys

Old Yellow Bricks - because there is no place like home


Whenever I hear the Arctic Monkeys, I miss the times I spent in Munich missing England. I have never lived in England, but most of my Munich friends had, and their whistfulness in the lyrics of these young boys were infectious. They were a new band then, and it was all very exciting, going along to their concert and intently discussing their vivid descriptions. I listened to them replace "something" with "summit", sing about "mardy bums" [definition: sulky] or tell stories about weddings with horrible bands singing songs about hilly cities they've never been to. It made me feel like I had lived through it all too, just like everybody else.

Today I am in NYC and the boys are not very famous here. In the beginning, I kept looking for cafes and bars where they would play the Arctic Monkeys, proclaiming that when I found that venue I would have found home in this city. It wasn't until today that I realized that that home I seek is not a bar, but the feeling of sitting around in a foreign city, missing a place that never really existed for me. I guess in your 20s, especially in today's gypsy society, that's what home is for everybody.

Love,
Sabrina


Arctic Monkeys - Old Yellow Bricks

Old yellow bricks,
Love's a risk,
Quite the little Escapoligist
Looked so miffed,
When you wished,
For a thousand places better than this,

You are the fugitive,
But you dont know what you're runnin from,
You can't kid us,
And you couldn't trick anyone,
Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin away from,

Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?

She wasn't raised by the way,
That the emperor put traps in the cage,
And the days she being dull,
Lead to nights readin beer bottles,

You're such a fugitive,
But you don't know what you're runnin from,
You can't kid us,
And you couldn't trick anyone,
Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin away from,

Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?

You're at a loss,
Just because,
It wasnt all that you thought it was,

You are a fugitive but you don't know what you're runnin away from,

She said I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up,
And revel in nostalgia,
I know I said he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up but,
Dorothy was right though