Drop Nineteens
Drop Nineteens - Scapa Flow lyrics
About this lyric:
After disbanding in the mid-90s, singer Greg Ackell decided he would never make music again. They’d had a great run. They’d shared stages with Radiohead, Hole, Blur, PJ Harvey, and Smashing Pumpkins. They went from being teenagers in Boston to mid-twenty-somethings with a few MTV videos, a couple BBC sessions, and numerous festival appearances under their belt. So when Drop Nineteens ceased to be, Ackell felt content. He had the rest of his life in front of him to figure out what he wanted to do. Music was a closed chapter. That was until 2021, Ackell for the first time after nearly 30 years decided to pick up the guitar with intent. Shortly after this, he immediately called Steve Zimmerman, the band's bassist and fellow guitarist, and got writing. It felt effortless for Ackell like he never stopped writing music. The first task of making 'Hard Light' was getting the rest of the band back together (Zimmerman, Paula Kelley, Motohiro Yasue, and Peter Koeplin). The record came together over the course of a year, recording at a patchwork of studios all around the country: Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles. Making music together felt natural, fluid, and exciting. The result was a modern Drop Nineteens record that is completely singular in its sound and vision. Drop Nineteens have brought clarity and cool in 2023 to the genre they helped create. A portrait of a band 30 years later, as talented and dedicated to their craft as ever.
Tell me when there is danger It probably won’t matter to me On the face we are strangers To what you’d hoped they would be Shallow wrecks from the bottom Better left than picked up and remembered But I remember Cold dew from the mountain Flows down through you Not for the first time Turned tears into oceans so blue and clear That I surrender on cue Nights after this will align As if not to miss you’re alive At the end of a game changer Where you’ve been and won’t go I really just figured it out What James meant by all my friends It’s a trade so much better never made And it follows and it follows The truth long forgotten comes due And you say it’s the last time ha! This fear that you’re tender And black and blue Will temper tempers Nights after this might connive Not to be missed or alright at all