Culture & Heritage - Music

This song is a spirited call to recognize and preserve the cultural and historical identity of Torbay, urging listeners to value their heritage. Through repetitive, energetic chants of "Hey, who, what are you!", it challenges the community to reflect on their connection to the past and resist the erosion of meaningful landmarks. The lyrics blend frustration with poor development choices and a passionate plea to protect the buildings and stories that shape the town’s unique character.

This song is a poignant lament about a neglected Victorian monastery perched on a Torbay hill, symbolizing both personal connection and fading heritage. The narrator, who finds solace in the building’s presence, criticizes Torbay Council’s failure to preserve it, highlighting their lack of vision as the structure deteriorates. With a blend of nostalgia and hope, the lyrics call for someone to save the monastery, while the narrator and their lover plan to cherish it as a meaningful place despite its uncertain future.

This song is a heartfelt reflection on a enduring love threatened by external forces, set against the evocative backdrop of Berry Head. The narrator questions the motives of those who challenge their bond, expressing both doubt and defiance while affirming the resilience of their love. Through repeated assertions that "our love will last forever," the lyrics contrast the fleeting ignorance of detractors with the timeless strength of the couple’s connection.

This song is a sharp, sarcastic critique of Torbay Council’s neglect of the town’s historic Pavilion, lamenting its decay despite its cultural significance. It mocks the council’s excuses and reliance on Agatha Christie’s legacy to deflect criticism, while expressing frustration at their failure to protect valuable heritage. The repetitive refrain of “Wow, we’re saved” drips with irony, highlighting the community’s disillusionment as the Pavilion faces potential collapse under mismanagement.

This song expresses frustration with Torbay Council's bureaucratic interference in a community effort to run a Geo play park in Paignton, sarcastically highlighting the council's incompetence and obsession with red tape. It mocks the council's self-perceived expertise and their tendency to overcomplicate simple projects, like inspecting a wooden playground for cracks, while praising the community's initiative amidst the effective leadership of figures like Colin and Steve. Through a mix of humour and exasperation, it calls for the community to reclaim control from a council that prioritises its own authority over the needs of residents, especially children who just want a place to play.