BANSHEE
In Irish folklore a Banshee is a female spirit whose wailing warns of a death in a house. Think: scream like a banshee, wail like a banshee, Siouxsie and the Banshees. The wail is a message of pending death, grieving for the one who is about to die. To us, BANSHEE laments the death of the Kiwi dream, the quarter acre yard.
With urban development tearing down houses to make way for apartments, old bungalows that once stood in farmland are reduced to rumble. Not just the house, but the way of living - growing your own vegetables, kids playing in a tyre swing that sways beneath an old apple tree.
Released 5 October 2016
LYRICS
You're givin it that
Oyster Rockafellas and a wee Gewürzt
From where we're sat
Rome is slowly burning
We're the ones who's getting hurt
Banshee in a quarter arce yard
Screaming for a changing of the guard
You're moving your lips
Silver spoon and your tea leaf views
See the sinking ships?
Country overboard, so did you read it in the news?
Banshee in a quarter arce yard
Screaming for a changing of the guard
Heartless, fearless Humpties on a wall
10 to 1 we bet you're gonna fall
Banshee in a quarter arce yard
Screaming for a changing of the guard
Going, going, going, gone