Lyrics
Empty bars and empty cafes
Cinemas without a soul
Schools are closed kids are delighted
I guess its time to go back home
So seeeee you after quarantine
I’ll be back, I promise, assuming that I don’t die
Seeeee you after quarantine
When the world goes back to normal once again
Chinese restaurants are closing
I guess it’s worse than I first thought
Climate change was bad enough
Now a pandemic steals our jobs
So seeeee you after quarantine
I’ll be back, I promise, assuming that I don’t die
Seeeee you after quarantine
Unless my bus is cancelled
And I get stuck in Belgium
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
that’s where I wanna be
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
Living at my friend’s place, for free
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
that’s where I wanna be
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
wouldn’t be so bad, for me
See you after quarantine….
by Liam Rickard & Hannelore Karmel Juurikas, Brussels, March 15th, 2020
Empty bars and empty cafes
Cinemas without a soul
Schools are closed kids are delighted
I guess its time to go back home
So seeeee you after quarantine
I’ll be back, I promise, assuming that I don’t die
Seeeee you after quarantine
When the world goes back to normal once again
Chinese restaurants are closing
I guess it’s worse than I first thought
Climate change was bad enough
Now a pandemic steals our jobs
So seeeee you after quarantine
I’ll be back, I promise, assuming that I don’t die
Seeeee you after quarantine
Unless my bus is cancelled
And I get stuck in Belgium
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
that’s where I wanna be
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
Living at my friend’s place, for free
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
that’s where I wanna be
Stuck in Belgium, stuck in Belgium
wouldn’t be so bad, for me
See you after quarantine….
by Liam Rickard & Hannelore Karmel Juurikas, Brussels, March 15th, 2020
15th of March, 2020, Brussels: It was Sunday morning. Belgium had just gone into lockdown. I was due to take a bus back to London that evening, and Hannelore would fly back to Estonia the following morning. But we didn't really want to leave, and we didn't know when we would all see each other again. She especially was making a fuss about this, and I, sat at the piano, started making up a mock-tragic song about it. Judging from the voice notes on my phone, this must have been at about 11.40am. A few hours later, we'd finished the song and filmed a little video.
Friday the 23rd of October, 2020, Ghent: the night curfew was already in full swing and a second lockdown loomed on the horizon. I was due to take my train back to North Wales, and two weeks of self-isolation, in two days time.
But before I left, we transformed the Robinialand living room into a socially-distanced home studio and recorded this song:
But before I left, we transformed the Robinialand living room into a socially-distanced home studio and recorded this song:
The co-writer, Hannelore Karmel Juurikas, was sad that she couldn't be there for the recording session, but she was able to join us virtually, in post-production, through the fibre-optic cables from Estonia (as you can see from the sketch).
15th of March, 2020, Brussels: We wrote the song on a Sunday morning in Juli, Cy & Bab's house. Belgium had just gone into lockdown. I was due to take a bus back to London that evening, and Hannelore would fly back to Estonia the following morning. But we didn't really want to leave, and we didn't know when we would all see each other again. She especially was making a fuss about this, and I, sat at the piano, started making up a mock-tragic song about it. Judging from the voice notes on my phone, this must have been at about 11.40am. A few hours later, we'd finished the song and filmed a little video.
September, 2020: I returned to Belgium in September to perform at BOM festival in Bij De Vieze Gasten, Ghent, where we gave this song its first (and so far, last) Belgian public appearance. I ended up staying in Ghent for a month with my bandmates in their shared house, the musician's paradise known as Robinialand, delaying the inevitable two weeks of mandatory self-isolation which I would undergo on my return to the UK. A very beautiful friend, Lin P, suggested I record See You After Quarantine which she remembered from our performance at the festival. I'm very glad she made that suggestion! This one goes out to her.
P.S. you can find it on all many major streaming platforms such as Spotify and Deezer
P.P.S. Music video coming soon!
15th of March, 2020, Brussels: We wrote the song on a Sunday morning in Juli, Cy & Bab's house. Belgium had just gone into lockdown. I was due to take a bus back to London that evening, and Hannelore would fly back to Estonia the following morning. But we didn't really want to leave, and we didn't know when we would all see each other again. She especially was making a fuss about this, and I, sat at the piano, started making up a mock-tragic song about it. Judging from the voice notes on my phone, this must have been at about 11.40am. A few hours later, we'd finished the song and filmed a little video.
September, 2020: I returned to Belgium in September to perform at BOM festival in Bij De Vieze Gasten, Ghent, where we gave this song its first (and so far, last) Belgian public appearance. I ended up staying in Ghent for a month with my bandmates in their shared house, the musician's paradise known as Robinialand, delaying the inevitable two weeks of mandatory self-isolation which I would undergo on my return to the UK. A very beautiful friend, Lin P, suggested I record See You After Quarantine which she remembered from our performance at the festival. I'm very glad she made that suggestion! This one goes out to her.
P.S. you can find it on all many major streaming platforms such as Spotify and Deezer
P.P.S. Music video coming soon!
