PunkRocker (acappella cover) feat Claire Mobey

I've always had such a soft spot for this song. With my parents being born in the 1940's and 1950's respectively, they were utter hippies when they met.
This song has always struck a nostalgic chord with me and Sandi Thom's phenomenal voice carries this incredible acapella song so beautifully, powerfully and strongly,
it was one of my most daunting to cover.

It was, however, one of my very 1st attempts at home recording during our hardest lockdown here in South Africa. Amaizing what isolation, prohibition and mindnumbing boredom
can help you achieve!

With a few meters of string, sticky tape, prestic/ tickytak and my phone and the use of various furniture including burglar bars and washing lines on my windows, I rigged up a home recording studio, that I could move all over the house. I was not prepared AT ALL for how much of a mission it would be to be the camera lady, the lighting expert, the performer,
the producer and the 1st aider (I almost broke my toe by dropping my phone on it).

This song was a tough one and incredibly challenging to cover (mostly nerves and stage fright) and I actually practiced it in a lower key to start. I realised that it lost most of its magic,
so, I put on my big girl panties, reread and practiced my notes from my singing trainer, and realised that I am, myself, a Punk Rocker, after all <3

"Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info-highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair"