Back in Time
Graham Parker Lyrics


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You stop in the old cafe where you used to play pinball
See am
And look for the air-raid shelter but it's gone and the cafe seems so
G em
Small and all the gardens that had trees and stolen apples
See am
Now have small businesses flourishing in cinder blocks
G em am see
Then they will call your name and hand you a gold watch
G em am see
Then they will call your name but it doesn't sound like much
G em see am
And you'll never discover why it's like an old lover
G em am see
You can't touch anymore it doesn't mean much anymore
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When you go back in time back in time

You head down to the local try to find a focal point
A scratch in the wallpaper but it's all been wallpapered over
Down at the newsagents it's all pornography
And you try to get high again but it's like time-lapse photography
Then they will call your name and hand you a medal
Or something more practical like a whistling kettle
And it'll test your metal just try to keep grinning
Knowing that this feeling is indulgence worse than sinning
Trying to go back in time

Instrumental section (chords like verse but not as many.)

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Photographs with a glossy finish letters lovers never finished
See am (g)
And there in a dusty drawer a necktie you once wore
G em
And a girl you tried to court made you feel about two feet short
See am
Where is she now today? what would she have to say?
G em am see
Then they will call your name and hand you a pension
G em am see
A bottle of pills that guarantee life extension
G em see am
And give you a mention in the local boy makes good section
G em am see
But all the old news is like print stains across your mind
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When you go back in time





Yes all this old news is just print stains across your mind
When you go back in time, back in time (repeat and fade) /pre>

Overall Meaning

The song "Back in Time" by Graham Parker is a reflective ballad that speaks to the universal experience of returning to a place where we used to feel at home, but which has now been transformed beyond recognition. The song's lyrics paint vivid pictures of this kind of experience, as the singer attempts to find meaning in a world that has moved on without him.


The first two verses of the song describe the singer's return to the old cafe where he used to play pinball, and the local pub where he used to hang out. He notes with sadness that the air-raid shelter he used to take refuge in is now gone, and that the cafe seems small and insignificant compared to the thriving businesses that now surround it. He also reflects on the fact that the recognition he might receive for his achievements (symbolized by the gold watch and medal mentioned in the song) no longer holds much meaning for him. The chorus repeats the phrase "back in time" like a mantra, conveying the sense of nostalgia and longing that pervades the song.


The third verse of the song shifts focus to the singer's memories of past relationships and loves. He reflects on the photographs and letters that he has kept from those times, and wonders what has become of the people he used to know. He notes that even the recognition he might receive for his accomplishments is just a "print stain" on his mind compared to the richness and complexity of these memories.


Overall, "Back in Time" is a poignant and thought-provoking song that speaks to the universal experience of trying to find meaning in a world that has changed beyond recognition. Its powerful lyrics and haunting melody have made it a fan favorite, and ensured its enduring popularity.


Line by Line Meaning

You stop in the old cafe where you used to play pinball
You visit the old cafe where you used to have fun playing pinball games.


And look for the air-raid shelter but it's gone and the cafe seems so small
You search for the air-raid shelter but it's disappeared, and the cafe now appears tiny.


And all the gardens that had trees and stolen apples now have small businesses flourishing in cinder blocks
The former gardens with trees and stolen fruits are now home to small thriving businesses made of cinder blocks.


Then they will call your name and hand you a gold watch
They may call you and gift you a gold watch.


Then they will call your name but it doesn't sound like much
Even if they call your name, it may not mean as much as it once did.


And you'll never discover why it's like an old lover you can't touch anymore it doesn't mean much anymore
You won't understand why it's like an old lover who you can't be intimate with anymore, and it won't be as valuable as it once used to be.


When you go back in time back in time
When you look back in time, again and again.


You head down to the local try to find a focal point
You visit the local area to find a main point of interest.


A scratch in the wallpaper but it's all been wallpapered over
You see a scratch in the wallpaper but someone has already covered it up.


Down at the newsagents it's all pornography
The newsagent now only stocks pornography magazines.


And you try to get high again but it's like time-lapse photography
You try to get high again but it doesn't give the same effect like time-lapse photography.


Then they will call your name and hand you a medal or something more practical like a whistling kettle
They might call you and give you a medal, or something as practical as a whistling kettle.


And it'll test your metal just try to keep grinning knowing that this feeling is indulgence worse than sinning
It'll test your resilience to keep smiling while knowing that this feeling is an excessive indulgence, worse than sinning.


Photographs with a glossy finish letters lovers never finished
Photos with a shiny surface and letters that lovers never ended.


And there in a dusty drawer a necktie you once wore
You find a necktie you wore previously lying unused in a dusty drawer.


And a girl you tried to court made you feel about two feet short
There's a girl you courted who made you feel inferior.


Where is she now today? What would she have to say?
You wonder where that lady is these days and what her thoughts would be if she saw you then versus now.


Then they will call your name and hand you a pension. A bottle of pills that guarantee life extension. And give you a mention in the local boy makes good section
They'll call you and offer you a pension, some pills that guarantee life extension, or even give you a mention in the local news section for successful men.


But all the old news is like print stains across your mind
But, all the old stories remain as marks on your memory.


Yes all this old news is just print stains across your mind
Indeed, all the old news is just stains on your mind.


When you go back in time, back in time
When you travel to the past repeatedly.




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Written by: GRAHAM THOMAS PARKER

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