*bear with me on this one. if you play punk, there's a good chance you had a punk/ska phase. i wanted to write my last punk/ska song*
Skinhead Ray called me up, "Drop everything! I don't give a shit about your family! Did you know The English Beat are at Trees? It's goin' down!"
I said, "My shins ain't what they used to be."
"Remember when The Two-Tone Warriors would represent the Black and White?"
The Old Rude Van looked the same. To my surprise, he kept that checker racing strip. For me, this was a trip back in time, a getaway but that's not the case for Skinhead Ray, his remember whens, tall tales of us as younger men all glossed by time.
He said, "Ska's not dead. No! Ska's not dead. Ska will never be dead to me. Ska's not dead. It's just in your head. SKA WILL NEVER BE DEAD TO ME."
I'm skankin as I'm thinking that nostalgia's such a trip. You let go of something but not everyone is through with it. He said, "Ska's not dead."