Thursday 28th December 2017

Fairytale Of New York

The Pogues

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

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Mother

Idles

My mother worked 15 hours 5 days a week
My mother worked 16 hours 6 days a week
My mother worked 17 hours 7 days a week

The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich
The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich
The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich

I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours
I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours
I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours

Mother
Fucker

Mother
Fucker

My mother worked 15 hours 5 days a week
My mother worked 16 hours 6 days a week
My mother worked 17 hours 7 days a week

The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich
The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich
The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich

I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours
I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours
I know nothing
I’m just sitting here looking at pretty colours

Mother
Fucker

Mother
Fucker

Sexual violence doesn’t start and end with rape
It starts in our books and behind our school gates
Men are scared women will laugh in their face
Whereas women are scared it’s their lives men will take

Mother
Fucker

Mother
Fucker

idles

I heard about this band today on the radio. Looking at them on you tube I found a track called Mother. It reminded me so much of my HAPPYNING. on the video the singer stands in front of a table of what appear to be his mothers bits n bobs and proceeds to smash them and sing lyrics which to me ring with anger.

It all appeared to be so much like my own emotional release of my own mother when at art collage (except I did not show so much anger!)  I wanted to share it here. I don’t really like the way they deliver but I will look deeper into their music to see what else they are saying.

Idles has its roots in the Batcave club night in Bristol, ran by singer Joe Talbot and bassist Adam Devonshire, who met while at college in Exeter, eventually deciding to start a band. According to Talbot, “It took us a long time to get productive because we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing at all, we were fucking terrible for a long time.” The band’s first release was the Welcome EP in 2012. By 2014 the band comprised Talbot, Devonshire, guitarists Mark Bowen and Lee Kiernan, and drummer Jon Beavis. They released a second EP, Meat, and Meta, an EP of remixes, in 2015, and then started writing songs for their debut album.

After the 2016 singles “Well Done” and “Divide & Conquer”, the band’s first album, Brutalism, was released in March 2017 to critical acclaim.

DIY magazine, gave it 4 stars, calling it “An exhilarating escape along frenzied rhythms and powerhouse rhythms with a ferocious commentary for guidance…as vital as it is volatile.” The Line of Best Fit website gave it 9/10, calling Idles “one of the most exciting British bands right now”. It got 8/10 from PopMatters, with Ian King calling it “bracing, caustic, and relentless”. Uncut gave it a similarly positive review, calling it “A rare rock record with the rage, urgency, wit and shattering of complacency usually found in grime.” Talbot’s mother died after a long illness while the band was working on the album, and is pictured on the cover, along with a sculpture by Talbot and his father.

Her death gave Talbot and the band a new focus. They toured to support Brutalism, and supported The Maccabees on the London shows of their farewell tour, followed by several festival appearances throughout Europe, and began working on their second album.

Often described as post punk, Talbot rejects the label, saying in June 2017 “We’re not a post punk band. I guess we have that motorik, engine-like drive in the rhythm section that some post punk bands have but we have plenty of songs that aren’t like that at all.”

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Hanger Lane

This time of year passes by without achieving anything
It is like hibernation
It is like a loop
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane
It’s on the very edge of something
It’s at the beginning and the end of something
Night drags its feet
Darkness invades the light
As hard as I try the day ends before achieving anything
The curtains are pulled shut
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane
I have an affinity with Hanger Lane all the same
I love its design
I love where it sits
Going south I know I am near excitement
Going north I know I am headed home
Even so it’s a loop
A paternoster
I feel the night before its day
Winter solstice
Round and around and around
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane
Hanger Lane

The Hanger Lane gyratory system, near Wembley in west London, has been granted the dubious honour of being named Britain’s scariest junction.
Midlands drivers will not be shocked to learn that the famous – or perhaps infamous – Spaghetti Junction, in Birmingham, came second in the poll.

John Bish December 28th 2017.

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