Goodbye Lenin

Goodbye Lenin

 Edinburgh, Scotland, GBR
BandAlternativeRock

GOODBYE LENIN are a 4-piece indie rock band turning heads in Edinburgh with their catchy music and inventive song-writing.

Biography

Named after a pretty good film none of the band has ever seen, GOODBYE LENIN are half Scottish and a quarter English and Canadian. They utilize big guitar riffs, fuzzy bass, boy/girl harmonies and a smattering of feedback to achieve their unique live sound, which is both musically-interesting and radio-friendly. Musically taking their cues from bands such as the Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead and Arcade Fire, lyrically they focus on the sublime and cataclysmic: love, death, socialism, financial meltdown, atomic warfare and eco-catastrophe. The revolution starts here...

Lyrics

Sedatives

Written By: Goodbye Lenin

From digging underground
Your diary got found
Now we mine the strangest data
We put you centre stage
To placate tabloid rage
To stop them boys seeing red
You don’t conduct a thing
No hurt is travelling
Oh you are the insulator
So screw the flattery
Go suck a battery
It’s less of a shock to the head

Well you look like a feather
But you must weigh a ton
To not get your feelings hurt
Near the surface of the sun
No sooner someone says to cool it
Then you reach for a gun

If there’s only eyes for the mammaries
Milk them for all you please
When the sedatives kick in
You’ll just feel a little bit paralysed
Pre-packed or pasteurised
Brain-dead and sanitized
We turn life into plays
It’s no modern malaise
Have the doctor take a look
There’s not a single thing wrong with us
Theatrically erogenous
Hetro and homogenous

Well you look like a feather
But you must weigh a ton
To not get your feelings hurt
Near the surface of the sun
Whenever someone mentions good times
They’re spoiling my fun

I pulled my punch when I blackened your name
You’re not the only one can make the boys go tame
Make us dead to the world when we retire lame
Stacy and Josey aren’t bathing alone
But the clothes by the poolside are rarely your own
We can ponder these thoughts till those cows come home
But we can’t crack it
No we can’t crack it

Refugee Orchestra

Written By: Frankie Lowe

Refugee orchestra carry on smiling
As we carry out the world's smallest violin
Then scribble extra words in our thesaurus
Then write the verse so we can write the chorus
How you'd be the talk of the town

Refugee orchestra wait by the railing
Always be sure to wipe you feet on the way in
In '38 before the chance was stolen
Well you could have moved to France or Poland
How you'd be just smoke in the clouds

A displaced soul internally
And we are all burned away
Stumbling on within charcoal remains
If charity be damned
There's some more room at the inn
But you're just hungry for love
Don't see you looking so thin
With not a coin for the tin

You Promised Me

Written By: Frankie Lowe

There’s nothing sweeter than a broken rule
Forget everything you learnt in school
Clear out your desk we’re going to rent your room
Take your secrets with you to your tomb
 
For the first time today
You have outwelcomed your stay        
Flown the nest and you’re singing like a dove
You’ll be keeping it schtum
Working that side of the room
Or you’ll sing in the choir up above
 
What’s this I hear about your old girl
Did she work herself to an early grave?
There’s only one of us that they can save
You promised me you would be brave
 
Please take note of whom you’re trying to fool
You brought the spark, oxygen and fuel
Witnessed the perpetrator start the fire
You saw the posters and you got the flyer
 
But you’ll be keeping it schtum
Working that side of the room
Every breath punctuated by a pause
For the first time today                                         
You caught yourself looking away 
This felony ain’t no concern of yours
 
What’s this I hear about your old girl
Did she work herself to an early grave?
There’s only one of us that they can save
You promised me you would be brave
                       
I’ve been asleep since all the shit kicked off
I haven’t even bothered to shave
When there’s only one of us that they can save
I promise you I will be brave

C'mon Quixote!

Written By: Frankie Lowe

You got a chivalrous streak
But a medieval rage
You could read an argument
On an empty page
Your parties always end
In a death or a trial
But tonight you go out
And you go out in style like me
He’s in your head your enemy
He’s in your head your enemy

The windmill will be cured
Of its treacherous phase
And exits will be made
In some dramatic ways
You’ll say you got away
Unencountered by force
The eyewitnesses swear
You got shot off your horse but hey
In your head you ride away
In your head you ride away

You take the shine from me
Call it obligatory
You better get up off your horse
And get behind of me
Like ribcage xylophones
You’ll feel it in yr bones
You gotta make it happen
Or you gotta make it stop

I-I-I-I-I’m defiling your fantasy
He’s in your head your enemy
Your head is your enemy
He’s in your head your enemy
Your imaginary enemy
If I’m not your friend I might just be
Your enemy’s enemy
He’s in your head your enemy

Discography

In the process of recording the Album... Check out our work in progress!

Set List

When the Wind Blows
Major Tom
Little France
Sharavise
Sinking Ships
One Way Ticket
Laughter Track
Bonfire Night
Strangely Liberated
Monkey Soldiers
Civilized Tribes
Refugee Orchestra
In The Wars
C'mon Quixote
Sedatives
You Promised Me You Would Be Brave
Ready to Go