Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back To Leeds - The Mountain Goats

from the album Goths (2017)

I grew up in the suburbs of NYC.  In many ways, it was an idyllic place to grow up safe, make friends, and discover my identity.

After graduating high school, we largely scattered off the various colleges and returned four or five years later.  Soon after, some of us left our ancestral homes forever for the lights of San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston, Atlanta, and a host of other places.  There we came of age, forged new friendships. and - in our own ways-  contributed towards making those cities better.

Over the past decade, thanks largely to social technology, that connectedness has been renewed.  Those decades old relationships endure in a way never before possible.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if these virtual relationships once again became physical.  What if we all moved back to our ancestral hometown?  How fun would it be?  No doubt, the experiences we've amassed would help make it a better place.

Then I think about how odd it would be to go back...

With that as a backdrop, I am really digging the song Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back To Leeds by The Mountain Goats.  The lyrics are clever and the vibe is fresh.  It is splendid.

There's indifference on the wind
But a faint gust of hope
At a club nobody goes to
With a musty velvet rope
Guys in Motörhead jackets
Who new him way back when
Haven't raised a glass in years
But now meet up again

To remember how it was when they all thought they'd move away
And ride in Lotus 7s through the London streets one day

Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back one day
To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust breeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds

There's a rusted fog machine
In a concrete storage space
Letter-number combinations
With no meaning on it's face
They won't make these anymore
It's a wooden coach-n-four
No-one will even steal it if you leave it by the door

No sign to mark it's going, no tombstone for it's grave
There will be goodbyes by dozens. so practice being brave

No-one anticipates the rush
The breezy feeling of the faceless crush
And the end of things, where the salvage bleeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds

They don't throw him a parade
He just comes in on a train
One suitcase in his hand
And an old army backpack
From the second world war
From a Leipzig second hand store

Pick the keys up from the agent
Everything's been taken care of
No big changes in the roadways
Since you left that I'm aware of

A few old buildings gone to dust
And some new ones in the way
They'll look just like the old ones
When the wind has had its say

See the children bound for London, you'll all be back too
Everybody tests the membranes but no-one pushes through

Come on boys, that'll be enough
You'd think your old friends wouldn't play so tough
Like a basket by the Nile, hiding down among the reeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds

As much as I dig this song, it has helped convince me to stay put for a good, long while.

Thank God for social media...

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