The 1975 – Part of the Band Lyrics

The 1975 – Part of the Band Lyrics

Part of the Band Lyrics by The 1975

“Part of the Band” is the lead single from The 1975’s forthcoming studio album, Being Funny in a Foreign Language.

The song is a playful folk-rock piece that contains themes of self-deprecation, drug abuse, reflection, and sarcasm.

During a surprise opener for Phoebe Bridgers in 2021, frontman Matty Healy performed a cover of “New York” by Benjamin Francis Leftwich. This song originally was missing a bridge, so Matty preformed it with his own bridge written in. The bridge then became “Part of the Band”, with The 1975 seeking additional help from producer Jack Antonoff and background vocals from Michelle Zauner of Japanese Breakfast.

It was released on July 7, 2022. The decision to make “Part of the Band” the lead single was explained by Matty Healy during its debut on BBC Radio 1.

The first song normally makes sense of itself, it’s normally a song like “People”, “Give Yourself a Try”, “Love Me”. If they didn’t come first, they wouldn’t have really made sense at another time, they were a starting statement.

[Verse 1: Matthew Healy]
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations, hm, yeah

[Verse 2: Matthew Healy]
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Matthew Healy]
Enough about me now
“You gotta talk about the people, baby”
(But that’s kind of the idea)

[Chorus: Matthew Healy]
Now I’m home, somewhere I don’t like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Cumming to her lookalikes
I can’t get the language right
Just tell me what’s unladylike

[Verse 3: Matthew Healy]
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
“I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody”
Whilst staining the pages of The Nation, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Matthew Healy]
A Xanax and a Newport
“Well I take care of my kids”, she said

[Chorus: Matthew Healy & Jack Antonoff]
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It’s like someone intended it
(Like advertising cigarettes)
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get

[Interlude]

[Outro: Matthew Healy]
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I’ve not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It’s kind of my daily iteration