Bunkers: Acoustic Pop About Our New Normal

Every singer songwriter worth his salt should use this opportunity to write a song that tackles our current global quarantine life. This is mine.

It’s a jazzy acoustic pop song that takes musical inspiration from the best of the ’80s new wave (Police, Level 42) with a little early ’90s pop thrown in (Lighthouse Family, D’Sound).

About the Song

With all of us retreating to our homes, it brought to my mind black and white images of 1950s American families living with the threat of a nuclear bomb hanging over them, even pushing some of them to build bomb shelters in their backyards.

And yet… despite all the death and gloom surrounding us, there’s an unprecedented chance to reconnect with our families and our values and see priorities more starkly laid out ahead of us.

There’s a chance we come out of this as better people — only if we hold fast to compassion. And the beautiful stories on social media about sacrifice and heroism and bravery amidst the pandemic shows this.

So wherever you may be, and whatever you may be doing, hang on.

Lyrics

Bunkers
Words & Music: Lionel Zivan Valdellon
March 15, 2020

01.
There’s a fear that grips the land and
We no longer dare to shake our hands
Stand 6 feet away from everyone.

02.
When the morning comes, the numbers rise,
And every channel shares the same old lies
Turn it off and stare into the sun

CHORUS A
We retreat to bunkers
While our modern world goes under
And the Skies are filled with thunder now
In this time of sorrow,
We work for a bright tomorrow
As we teach the kids to follow now.

03.
No more toilet paper aisles.
Between the stores and churches, empty miles,
We are paranoid and highly strung

04.
And in the coming days the nations fall
And while the world bows down, my head stands tall
There are still jobs that need to be done

CHORUS B
We retreat to bunkers
While machineries go to slumber
And the stickers fall from bumpers now
Time to change the station
As morale goes through deflation
Every family is a nation now

CHORUS C
We retreat to bunkers
As the world is torn asunder
By the politics and blunders now.
Hold fast to compassion
As we run out of our rations,
Love is finally back in fashion now.