Pneumatic drills and ripped up concrete,
baby wailing stray dog howling
the screech of brakes and lamplight blinking
thats entertainment....
Days of speed and slow time Mondays
pissing down with rain, boring Wednesdays
watching the news and not eating cold tea
reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs....
Two lovers kissing in the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude....
Extracts from The Jam.
Can Paul Weller write about social deprivation when coming from middle class Woking?
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
Plenty of working class people in Woking (even if they like to think otherwise). Paul Wella is too stylish to capture the mood for anything but a smooch
Now, methinks, 'twas 'The Squeeze' who wrote the ultimate "Working Class Anthem" ...
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her
This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction
If we're posting lyrics ... from one of my favourite Lily Allen tracks ...
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind and look a bit harder cause we're so uninspired so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor
......
cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late so please don't stay in touch do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded? you want to be like your father it's approval you're after well that's not how you'll find it do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful cause there's a hole where your soul should be you're losing control of it and it's really distasteful ...
A definite 'heard this and thought of you!' Lily Allen fans will be familiar with the chorus lol!
