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High Time

by 1965

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1.
Everyday routine – you cause yourself some pain Injecting lethal poison in your veins Why don’t you go and save yourself instead? You always tell me that you’re already dead I hear your heart is still pumping blood You don’t look so dead to me When you talk and when you breathe You waste your time messing around When I am feeling fine I’ve got the guts to run another mile I am too young You waste your time messing around When I am feeling fine I’ve got the guts to run another mile I am too young to die Got to survive another crazy round You tell me that the last one was too hard Man, if it doesn’t burn, you ain’t doing it right Do what you do, but don’t blame me Despair’s your only enemy You waste your time messing around When I am feeling fine I’ve got the guts to run another mile I am too young You waste your time messing around When I am feeling fine I’ve got the guts to run another mile I am too young Bring yourself down, make yourself sick Cause yourself pain, make yourself weak I’ll lick my wounds, I’ll heal myself I’ll strike again, I’ll raise hell Bring yourself down, make yourself sick Cause yourself pain, make yourself weak I am too smart, I am too bright I am too young to die
2.
You better get ready Cause I’ll let you down And the smell of my perfume That remains on your clothes Times when you loved it Tonight will be done Just like messages I sent From the memory of your phone I kiss your skin Your lips are on my way, so don’t say anything Just taste, just taste, just taste the moment I guess you are not aware, you don’t know that yet It’s a farewell kiss Forget about the people People all around They are only watching When you don’t close your eyes Save them for tomorrow Tomorrow you’ll be crying Tasting your own bottle Of a bitter wine But now I kiss your skin Your lips are on my way, so don’t say anything Just taste, just taste, just taste the moment I guess you are not aware, you don’t know that yet It’s a farewell kiss I never meant to make you cry I never meant to make you cry I never meant to make you cry How could I do something like this to somebody like you?
3.
Looking for the subject For a song Should I write of love When I don’t love no more? Pure white paper lies on the table And I don’t know what to write Pure white paper lies on the table And I don’t know what to write Should I write of hunger When I’m completely fed up? Pure white paper lies on the table And I don’t know what to write Pure white paper lies on the table And I don’t know what to write Pure white paper lies on the table And I don’t know what to write Pure white paper, pure white paper Pure white paper, pure white paper lies…
4.
Desert Song 05:28
I don’t need to search for a way The way here is everywhere I feel like an ant I’m searching for a human In the desert I forgot the hues I know only two And I forgot the feeling Of being fed The Sun is gonna burn me soon I keep my shadow close to me I belong to you But I belong to me, yeah, yeah And I forgot the lyrics There was something about the wind Wind that blows… Oh, so beautiful The Sun is gonna burn me soon I keep my shadow close to me I belong to you But I belong to me, yeah, yeah And I wonder about you And I wonder about you Not a vision of a princess But we meet, really meet Not an event, but a process I find humanity in you The Sun is gonna to burn me soon I keep my shadow close to me I belong to you But I belong to me, yeah, yeah And I wonder about you And I wonder about you And I wonder and I wonder And I wonder and I wonder
5.
I can’t forget the day that I took you for the first time Didn’t go my way, didn’t go my way out Tonight – the end of craving and again I sink the needle And the laughter, and the laughter fills my soul You’re the sweetest drug You’re my favorite Give me one more little shot Just a little shot Maybe that drug metaphor ain’t a proper one, yeah But what else can I sing When I run, when I run, when I run When I run into the habit again? You’re the sweetest drug You’re my favorite Give me one more little shot Just a little shot Just a little shot! Things are harder when you ain’t near Things are darker when you’re away Things are harder when you ain’t near Things are darker when you’re away Things are harder when you ain’t near Things are darker when you’re away Things are harder when you ain’t near Things are darker when you’re away, yeah, yeah You’re the hardest drug You’re my favorite Give me one more little shot Just a little shot You’re the sweetest drug You’re my favorite Give me one more little shot Just a little shot
6.
Sleep 04:20
Ain’t dreaming of the light now There is no light outside All my friends and lovers Seem to fade away Opening the door No footsteps on the floor I will leave it written It’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To live But it’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To leave The World is so evil And I took part in it Opening the door No footsteps on the floor I will leave it written It’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To live But it’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To leave But it’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To live But it’s so unkind, so unkind, so unkind To leave
7.
Harlem 06:04
Well, I woke up the other morning It was five after noon I saw I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes There’s a mess in my room And it’s like ‘Oh, no, oh, shit, not this again’ I grab my telephone to call a friend Then I realize I recall it all I recall it all Last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem Last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem So there’s a club called Harlem Right nearby the tracks And it’s such a perfect place To sing the blues about Some I tell is a joke And some is based on the facts And after all I don’t know myself Is it true or is it a lie? That last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem Last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem So you think you figured it out? You think you know me so well? Let me tell you something, my friend Let me make it clear The message is plain, simple and brief All right You don’t know me at all, you don’t know me at all You don’t know me at all, you don’t know me at all That last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem Last night, last night, last night, they threw me out of harlem I’m gonna make my way back home, make my way back to see my baby I’m gonna make my way back home to see my baby there I want to go home to be with my baby, I want to go home to be with my baby there Let me go back home to see my baby there
8.
Summer 04:48
The city is drowning in the flood of twilight But the streets are full of people, still Tonight is the night, the time has come to Tonight is the night I’m gonna make her know That she’s the sweetest one When she rises, falls Wherever she goes In this times that are hard Well, I don’t know Can I make her feel She’s the sweetest one, sweetest one to me The sun was alone, alone just like me Tomorrow the rain is gonna fall I’m gonna make her know That she’s the sweetest one When she rises, falls Wherever she goes In this times that are hard Well, I don’t know Can I make her feel She’s the sweetest one, sweetest one to me I guess I cannot make her I guess I cannot make her I guess I cannot make her feel, yeah, yeah, yeah… That she’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one, she’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one, she’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one, she’s the sweetest one She’s the sweetest one, she’s the sweetest one
9.
When I was young and so naive I used to crawl at your feet When I was young, carelessly I used to do what you pleased But then I realized we are Cast in the same mould Now I could eat you alive I let you run I’m too old to give a damn I’m too old to… The jester told his jokes He was dismissed Now when I’m back at the court I am the king I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to… Give up, give up, give up, yeah I know, I know, you can’t take it Give up, give up, give up, yeah I know, I know I wonder why you’re so mad, haha I wonder what drives you insane You like the things the way they were I know you do You try so desperately To make me care I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to give a damn… I’m too old to… Give up, give up, give up, yeah I know, I know, you can’t take it Give up, give up, give up, yeah I know you can’t take it
10.
Speak to Me 04:18
Tell me why our childhood ends so quick? Why wonders of Eden are eaten by the waves asea? Tell me why our whisper turns to screams? Tell my why our love turns to sin? Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me I just like your voice Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me Anything you want Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me I just like your voice Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me Anything you want Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me I just like your voice Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me Anything you want Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me I just like your voice Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me You’re the one I love
11.
I sleep so late and it feels so great But there is always one thing that I hate I’m stuck in here for more than a hundred Years They say ‘you better wake up’ ‘You better get a grip’, that’s what they say So hard not to stand out from the crowd When you’ve got your head up in the clouds Head up in the clouds! Mess in my room, mess in my mind My eyes are open, no longer blind I see clear how I just waste my Time They say ‘you better wake up’ ‘You better get a grip’, that’s what they say So hard not to stand out from the crowd When you’ve got your head up in the clouds I sleep so late and it feels so great But there is always one thing that I hate I’m stuck in here for more than a hundred Years They say ‘you better wake up’ ‘You better get a grip’, that’s what they say Tried to adjust myself Hard to adjust myself Yeah, yeah, with my head up in the clouds! Yeah, yeah, with my head up in the clouds!
12.
Beside Me 04:48
I can’t forget What we wasted, what we had When we’re hollow, when we’re empty Well, I ask you, you don’t answer What is true? What is just a dream of you? I can’t distinguish I can’t explain it You live beside me now And I don’t know why Cry, my little baby When you’re close to me Your tears I dry What is true? What is just a dream of you? I can’t distinguish I can’t explain it You live beside me now And I don’t know why You live beside me now And I don’t know why
13.
You don’t read the signs That are messages I send to you Now I’m talking straight, yeah So you cannot pretend you don’t understand Woman, you’ve known me for so long You know who I am, yeah But you seem not to know How does it feel Receiving all of my… All my love, all my love, all my love, all my… I don’t eat and I don’t sleep I’m not hungry, yeah And when I’m lying in my bed I’m so afraid that the dream will not be about you When I fall anyway Girl, you’re always there Giving me all your love All your love, all your love, all your love, all your I know it’s unusual, I know it’s unusual Does it have to be usual? Is there anything usual? All these days, I’ve been discovering the world I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love

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released February 27, 2015

All songs written by Michał Rogalski and performed by:
Michał Rogalski - vocals, guitar
Mikołaj Piechocki - guitar
Paweł Krulikowski - bass
Marcin Krulikowski - drums

Keyboards on tracks 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 by Filip Lato.
Clapping on track 7 by Michał Rogalski, Filip Lato and Tomasz Korczak.

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Red Yeti Studio, Zalesie Górne by Tomasz Korczak, March-August 2014.
Produced by Tomasz Korczak and Michał Rogalski.

Artwork by Joahannah von Frankenstein.

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1965 Warsaw, Poland

1965 has always been a misfit. Too old-school to be proclaimed the next big thing, too innovative to satisfy vintage rock purists. To loud for mainstream and not heavy enough for metalheads. But what seems to be the band's weakness is actually their advantage. Not being chained to any particular genre is the source of their unique vibe and allows them to explore new musical territories. ... more

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