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.
Lyrics:
What is a town if not its culture and heritage? (yeah, I know, boring what)
What is that in Torbay?
Hey, who what are you!
Hey, who what are you!
Hey, who what are you!
Hey, who what are you!
You don't know about your past?
You don't care?
Then what are you... where are you from... where are you going?
Don't let them take what you are away from what you are
Think about it
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Look out your window
Some of it's crap (who did that?)... Don't let them do it again
But some of it is pretty good (stop building crap)
They're not just buildings
They helped make you, well... you
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
What you did
Who you did
Where you did it
When you did it
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
Hey, who, what are you!
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.
Lyrics:
As I round that headland, I see your welcome that brings me safely home
You're atop a Victorian Monastery way up on a hill
You're not exactly real but does that matter
As long as I believe in you (and I believe, yeah)
Torbay Council wants to sell you but no-one wants to buy (sad)
So they're letting you rot away (they're good at that)
They have no vision for our heritage
No clue what to do (what's new?)
If only someone famous had stayed there in the past
They could put a blue plaque on the wall
Maybe lovers could use it as a, let's say, a meeting place
Would that count?
Can a building have a body count? (no, concentrate)
Torbay Council wants to sell you but no-one wants to buy (sad)
So they're letting you rot away (they're good at that)
They have no vision for our heritage
No clue what to do (what's new?)
If 1960s brutal architecture can be heritage
Then give me this any day
Someone please buy this monastery
Someone please buy this monastery
Someone please buy this monastery
In the meantime my lover and I are on our way... oh yes
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.
Lyrics:
As I round Berry Head, I see your welcome that brings me safely home
But I am left to wonder, will you always be there for me?
You stand so high upon that hill
Seemingly forever (but nothing's forever)
We know the answers (you know we do)
We have pride in our love (even if they do not)
What has happened that would risk it all?
Was it me or was it them? (I know it wasn't you)
Do they want to waste our love?
Are they as idiotic as they seem?
Why should our love accept second best?
Does our love not deserve better (oh, so much better)?
Why do they think they know what they are doing?
It didn't used to be like this (remember?)
So many questions...
That go unanswered...
We know the answers (you know we do)
We have pride in our love (even if they do not)
Why are they destroying our love, our past, our future?
Idiots won't last long... Our love will last forever
Idiots won't last long... Our love will last forever
Idiots won't last long... Our love will last forever
Fools