Our Songs

Background

The lyrics to this song came pretty quickly. I'd been watching a TV programme about the fashion industry and became very angry with all the vacuous, self-possessed idiots pretending what they did was actually of any importance in the overall scheme of things. The anger is also directed at the clods who support this trivial, self-obsessed industry by obediently buying what they're told to buy, on the premise it will make them more alluring, successful or accepted by their peers. The paradox is that people choose their modes of dress in order to conform, whereas they'd claim, if asked, to be 'expressing their individuality'.

Slave To Fashion

1. There's a lot of things you want but there's nothing that you need.

It's not money making the world go 'round, it's good old fashioned greed.

Designer labels on your shirts, watch out they're not all fakes.

Those trainers set you back a bomb cost fifty pence to make.

Chorus: So, you're not a slave to fashion. well, let's put it to the test.

How can you be an individual dressed like all the rest?

2. When the gurus say 'This is the trend' it's in your magazines,

Don't get left out in the cold, this season's blue is green.

So find yourself a taxi and get down to Harvey Nic's,

Step over all the homeless, 'These people make me sick.'

Chorus: No, you can't afford compassion, it's not what you do best:

A selfish individual, and just like all the rest.

Take a good hard look at yourself, and your little fantasy.

Haute couture and heroin chic like the dummies on FTV...

Is that who really want to be?

3. Those in the know, their hangers-on, and all the connoisseurs

Are telling you to get on board - the next big thing is fur.

Chorus: No, you're not a slave to fashion, not in any way obsessed.

You're a lonely individual, but you always look your best.

Chorus: No, you're not a slave to fashion, and nobody's impressed.

How can you be an individual dressed like all the rest?