Showing posts with label The Pogues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pogues. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 March 2026

Snapshots #440 - Songs About Cars


This is the actress Zoe Saldana from Star Trek and Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy movies. She's here because of the Renault Zoe. Yesterday, Pablo represented the Citroën. Just be glad I couldn't find any songs (or people) called Duster. 


15. Gender equality, favoured by Leatherface.

Leatherface was a dab hand with a chainsaw.

ManWomanChainsaw - Ode To Clio

The Renault Clio.

14. Police, NHS, schools... TV & radio.

Public Service Broadcasting - Spitfire

The Triumph Spitfire

13. Inside Jacob East, i.e. floating devices.

Inside Jacob East, i.e. floating devices. (Buoys.)

Beastie Boys - The Maestro

Austin Maestro. With a VW badge hanging off it.

12. Are you ready? Are you ready?

Open lyrics to Caravan of Love.

Caravan - Golf Girl

VW Golf.

11. Spanish footballer and Argentinian tennis player.

Rodrigo Y Gabriela - Orion

Ford Orion.

10. Innocenti transport.

Innocenti made Lambrettas.

The Lambrettas - Cortina Mk2

Ford Cortina, Mark 2.

9. Jesse, I could've told you, it's a day later in Scotland.

Jesse James; I could've told you, Vincent; Mc..Morrow.

James Vincent McMorrow - Cavalier

Vauxhall Cavalier.

8. Arrives with the cheapo guests.

Cheapo guests.

The Pogues - Fiesta

Ford Fiesta.

7. A pretender, but not so great.

"A pretender" was an anagram... for someone who's making his first, and hopefully last, appearance on this blog...

Peter Andre - Defender

Land Rover Defender.

6. Her mother takes her phone calls.

Sylvia's Mother, of course.

Sylvia - Y Viva Espana

Vauxhall Viva.

5. Sounds like Sinatra's Memory-maker.

Frank / Elaine (Paige)?

Frankie Laine - Granada

Ford Granada - the car my dad use to drive.

4. Irving.

Berlin - The Metro

Mini Metro.

3. Grey-haired Welsh bloke makes a racket with compressed carbon.

Lloyd means "grey haired" in Welsh. Compressed carbon is coal. 

Lloyd Cole & The Commotions - 2CV

Citroën 2CV (although the way Lloyd pronounces it, it sounds like "dirt shovel" to me).

2. A newt's key will unlock the answer.

"A newt's key" was an anagram.

Kanye West - Diamonds From Sierra Leone

Ford Sierra - the car my dad drove when he got rid of his Granada.

It's worth pointing out that Kanye complains he couldn't even afford a Ford Escort in that song. Which gives me an excuse to squeeze this in...

Half Man Half Biscuit - Slipping the Escort

1. Obscure band.

Blur - Beetlebum


Drive yourself back here next Saturday for more of the same old cobblers...


Thursday, 18 December 2025

Cancel Christmas Club #1: Fairytale


Welcome to the first of two very special editions of the Cancel Culture Club, renamed the Cancel Christmas Club for the festive season, and because it turns out we’re all a bunch of miserable old grinches.

And if you don’t believe me… here’s Swiss Adam.

This is the one!

If it was up to me, I'd cancel all Christmas songs - they are almost without exception, unremittingly shite, soul sapping joylessness and exercises in making me dislike Christmas itself more than I already do. Especially the hardcore canon of the dozen or so that get played endlessly everywhere from mid-November onward - Slade, Wham, Shakey, Wizzard, McCartney et al. They make me want to cut my ears off.

Eels - Christmas Is Going To The Dogs

I think the thing I resent the most is the expectation that if you just put on this funny jumper and listen to this handful of songs, you'll 'feel Christmassy'. I don't.

Even the good ones bug me now due to overexposure and being told that, 'well, if you don't like those songs, I bet you like The Pogues...'

Cancel them all. Forever.

And Adam’s not alone, is he, C?

I'd just cancel Christmas, or at least all the awful shamelessly commercial shenanigans leading up to it and certainly all the plastic disposable shite that gets peddled in.... garden centres!  What's that all about, all that synthetic non-recyclable eco-disaster taking up shelf space in a garden centre?  But that's another rant altogether - I'd better get back to the subject in hand.

In a moment. I’m relishing all this Scroogery.

The Damned - There Ain't No Sanity Clause

What about our friend Walter, over in the land where they invented Christmas trees? Surely he’s got something positive to say about Weihnachten?

From my point of view, Christmas could be abolished, as I have been spending this time in Southeast Asia for a long time now, where there are Christmas decorations, but none of the religious fuss.

OK. Having set the tone nicely, let’s look at our first contentious Christmas song…

I love the way Shane clearly couldn’t even be bothered to spit out his chewing gum before going up on stage to mime along to that.

All Time Low - Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass

Before we get to the comments, I should reveal that Fairytale of New York was the second of the two Chrimbo Classics I offered up to the CC-Committee, but I’ve chosen to feature it first. Why? Well, because the other one was Band Aid… and hoo boy, wait till you see the reaction to that. SWC in particular wrote a whole page, scored onto the paper in what I worry might be his own blood, but I’m more hopeful was the blood of a Bono. And he wasn’t alone in his vitriol. So consider Fairytale a gentle apéritif – a prawn cocktail before the full roast turkey dinner that will be Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Weezer - Christmas Celebration

All that said, let’s pop over to see how Christmas is shaping up in Portugal. And it looks like George is scratching his head…

Fairytale: I have no idea why this is a potential candidate for cancelling, so I need to research it (i.e. go to Wikipedia). And using that as my sole source, I think the reason for the song's inclusion is the use of misogynistic and homophobic content. And I'm going to agree with Radio 1 on this one (and a big "BOO" to Radio 2). I also think Shane MacGowan's defence (again, reading from wiki) is a bit disingenuous, especially given his put down of the Pet Shop Boys (there's one very very good reason to dislike that band without resorting to the pathetic slur he used).

I might as well butt in here with Shane’s defence of the lyrics…

The word was used by the character because it fitted with the way she would speak and with her character. She is not supposed to be a nice person, or even a wholesome person. She is a woman of a certain generation at a certain time in history, and she is down on her luck and desperate. Her dialogue is as accurate as I could make it but she is not intended to offend! She is just supposed to be an authentic character and not all characters in songs and stories are angels or even decent and respectable, sometimes characters in songs and stories have to be evil or nasty to tell the story effectively. If people don't understand that I was trying to accurately portray the character as authentically as possible, then I am absolutely fine with them bleeping the word, but I don't want to get into an argument.

…which I have to say, I agree with… to an extent. I think that defence works in terms of literature (and it’s a similar one that Quentin Tarantino uses to excuse peppering his scripts with the N-word)… but it opens up a bit of a can of worms when applied to a pop song, in particular a Christmas pop song. That said, I always liked the sentiment of Fairytale precisely because it was so different to all the other Christmas songs that get trotted out year after year. But shush, this isn’t about my opinion – it’s about George’s. And what did Shane have to say about the Pet Shop Boys (who kept Fairytale off the Number One slot)?

"Two queens and a drum machine."

Hmm. Back in 1987, that would have been a lot more offensive than it is now, I guess… I wouldn’t be surprised to hear Tennant and Lowe self-apply the term these days, as a lot of my gay friends do.

Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas

I’m sorry, George, I keep interrupting you. Not to argue, just to provide context. I hope.

I've never liked Fairytale In New York anyway, there's something a bit smug in its delivery, and that twee diddly diddly dee music is beyond annoying. You can't cancel a song just because of the crappy music (that would put an end to the Pet Shop Boys), but I am saying Yes to Cancel for this particular song because of the lyrical content.

OK, that’s the first vote cast. Now, having provided the above context, we can happily return to Manchester’s answer to Krampus, Swiss Adam

More specifically I guess with A Fairy Tale of New York it's the use of the word 'faggot' in the Kirsty sung line 'you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot' that is the main topic of cancel conversation.

I'm a bit ambivalent. The song was written in character and that line and the homophobic slur within it is era appropriate and character appropriate. I have a gay friend who is pretty laid back about it (and he definitely has a moral compass and would object if he found it objectionable).

Shane's comment about the song being kept off the number one slot by 'two old queens' doesn't do him any favours but maybe we shouldn't be looking to Shane McGowan for leadership in this area.

The very idea that we should treat Shane MacGowan as any kind of role model is, of course, hilarious. I will defend him to the hilt though, based purely upon that old story about the time Bono had to chuck him out of his house for… well, here it is in Shane’s own words.

“Bono put in a glass roof and wall,” MacGowan explained in an interview with The Times. “I used to wave my willy at the train as it passed and hope that they thought it was Bono’s.”

Adam concludes…

I think on the whole I'd let the song stay - unless we're banning them all just because Christmas songs are shit. In which case, begone.

So far then, we’ve only heard one definite call to cancel the song. But wait… who’s this coming down the Cancel Culture Chimney? Only the wonderful John Medd

If I never hear this song again, it'll be too soon. It's a time capsule (like Geldof's effort) and should be treated as such. Tinkering with it to make it radio friendly is akin to putting lipstick on a pig. All Christmas records have a shelf life, and this one is way past its.

Ouch.

Set It Off - This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground)

And with that stark renunciation still ringing in our ears, let’s move onto the case for the defence. Let’s start with C, shall we?

Fairytale of New York?  I love its use of abusive terms and their delivery.  Bum, punk (in its original meaning), old slut, scumbag, maggot, faggot, arse.  Why have just one when you can have many? It's the antithesis of a sickly "everything's alright in the world even though it isn't, because it's Christmas!" sentiment in just above every other festive song. 

Once again, C demonstrates her skill for using words far better than my own clumsy attempt to express this sentiment earlier.

I believe too that the slang term "faggot", which I think is the one that has caused the most issues, is now an example of a word that has been reclaimed by those to whom it had been pejoratively directed. I think that's a great way forward for many things.  Embrace it, take the sting out of it, and redress the dynamic of its power, by claiming it for yourself. 

“As an English teacher…”

(Oh God, here he goes again!”)

As an English teacher, I like to believe that words only gain power when we allow them to have that power. But it’s very easy to argue that when I’m not one of the people said words are being directed at. Nobody ever called me a faggot, nobody ever threw the N-word at me. If gay people can take the sting out of faggot in the same way many black people (particularly rappers) have reclaimed nigger, that’s surely something to applaud. But it’s still a minefield if you’re not part of that particular community… and maybe that’s the point. Maybe it should be.

The Fall - No Xmas for John Quays

There’s a famous episode of my favourite TV show, NYPD Blue, in which notoriously racist* detective Andy Sipowicz gets into a mouthy confrontation with a belligerent black activist who tells him, “you’re dealing with that one nigger in a thousand who knows what you can and cannot do”. In response, Andy throws the N-word back at him and gets in a lot of trouble for it.

(Andy’s racism is given context in the show, and is part of a long-running redemptive character arc. Prejudice is absolutely not a black and white subject in NYPD Blue.)

Context is everything. But back to C

Does / has this song ever actually caused any harm to be done to anyone?  I can't imagine it, there are so many more direct and genuinely hateful ways to cause harm that we should be concentrating our efforts on, surely.  So for me, as long as Christmas is here to stay, 'Fairytale' can stay too.

Thank you, C.

Leroy Carr - Christmas in Jail (Ain’t That a Pain)

From C, we go to CC

Fairy tale of New York?

A classic.

Presumably the issue is the line "a cheap lousy faggot", an insult said in anger in a stormy row between two lovers.

I'm sure most of us have done something similar at one stage and now regret it.

Nowadays it is edited out and that's enough for me.

Good point there, CC, and one that hasn’t been made yet, but it links back to what we were just saying about the power of words and how, in moments of anger, we might reach for the most hurtful epithets in our quiver.

The Chieftains feat. Elvis Costello - St. Stephen’s Day Murders

Next up is Martin, who appears today with an eye-witness testimony…

I once had the good fortune to see Kirsty and Shane sing this live together. She was the support act for Morrissey, at a December gig at the Ally Pally. For her closing song she invited Shane up on stage and they sang this together. He was so drunk he could barely stand, and his lyrics were unintelligible most of the time. Kirsty's were crystal clear but I can't remember whether she sang any of the controversial lines. There's the one everyone knows about, subsequently changed to "You're cheap and you're haggard", and there are others that no-one cares about any more (surely?), like "arse" (at the time the Beeb requested that that be replaced with the somehow less offensive "ass" for TOTP).

I was amused to read on iffypedia that, “When Katie Melua performed the song with the Pogues on CD:UK in December 2005, ITV censored the word "arse", but left "faggot" uncensored.”

Bloody ITV. You wouldn’t get that on the BBC, eh, Martin?

By 2007, things had moved on still further and both "faggot" and "slut" were edited out by Radio 1, before the revised "haggard" version became the broadcast norm. Is that the only issue with this song - the sweariness and derogatory terms? Or is there something more I don't know about?

In 2019, BBC Radio Solent DJ Alex Dyke announced that he would not be playing the song on his show, calling it a "nasty, nasty song" and "an offensive pile of downmarket chav bilge". Yet still the world turns.

I hate to break it to Alex, but there are still lots of people who talk like this. And it might be chav bilge, but it's also a love song, of sorts, and the antidote to Yuletide saccharine. Cancel this at your peril. Accept the "haggard" edit and move on, I say.

If you ask me, the “chav” response opens DJ Alex up to accusations of snobbery, or at the very least coming from a privileged background and being out of touch with the common man. But what do I know? I grew up on a farm.

Next up is Ernie, who’s thinking of resigning from the committee because he doesn’t believe in banning anything… and to be honest, I’m coming around to his point of view. Maybe this feature has outstayed its welcome? We’ve covered all the major causes of offence by now – sexism, racism, homophobia, underage sex, Bono (next time, I promise)… I’m worried we’ll just end up repeating ourselves, or I’ll begin to take advantage in terms of my entreaties on your generosity. Perhaps it’s best to quit while we’re ahead? I’ll consider this in the New Year. In the meantime, Ernie…

Pogues - if the f word offends you, then listen to the version where Kirsty sings 'haggard' which has been readily available since 1992. Other than that, leave it alone.

Man of few words, but very definite opinion.

The Sonics- Don't Believe In Christmas

Which brings us back to Walter, who echoes Ernie’s sentiment…

Ever since the BBC toned down certain lines in the lyrics, there has been an annual debate about whether crude swear words are suitable for young ears. The song is about a couple who once had big dreams, but which burst like soap bubbles due to drugs and alcohol. Each blames the other, culminating in verbal insults. There is no doubt that these words are not exactly pleasant, but they stem from a gutter vocabulary that is appropriate in this context. Not that I approve of offensive swear words, but crude expressions are part of every language. A fool is always a fool, even if I call him a blockhead or a moron.

I always quite fancied being a Blockhead myself, if it meant I got to hang out with Ian Dury. But do continue, Walter…

I do believe that crude language should be avoided, but these words should not be censored. It is up to each individual to express themselves appropriately. In my home country, Nina Hagen and BAP sang this song in German and translated the swear words pretty much exactly. It's strange that we, who have made gender equality our cause, have not yet had any discussions about these lyrics (perhaps only once my words have been published).

BAP feat. Nina Hagen- Weihnachtsnaach

I want to thank Walter for introducing me to that version, in which the vocal delivery seems to switch – Nina Hagen sounds far more like Shane MacGowan than Kirsty!

And that’s a much better cover than the Bon Jovi version which… no, no, please don’t listen to it… don’t do that to your ears*. (And I say that as a unashamed fan of Mr. By Jove, from back in the day.)

Jon Bon Jovi – Fairytale of New York

(*Anyone who defied my instructions above, you may note that Mr. BJ appears to have rewritten the offending section of the song… but… unless my ears deceive me… appears to have included the phrase “kick in the c*nt” instead as part of his version. Or do I need some new batteries in my hearing aid?)

Irish singer-songwriter Rob Smith apparently commented, "I have heard Bon Jovi's cover of Fairytale of New York. It's the worst thing to ever happen to music, and I am including both the murder of John Lennon and Brian McFadden's solo career in there. This is worse!"

The Midnight Riders - All I Want For Christmas (Is To Kick Your Ass)

Final word today goes to The Vinyl Villain himself, JC, who readily admits to being just as much of a grinch as Adam, C and Walter – and even used the phrase “Bah humbug” in his response. When it comes to Fairytale Of New York though… well, JC refuses to accept it’s even a Christmas song.

I will expend a little bit of energy on this one, for the simple fact that I don’t regard it as a Christmas-themed record despite the fact that The Pogues wrote it specifically as one while their record label was happy to play the game and release it as a single at a particular time of the year, in November 1987.

Twisted logic on my part?  Maybe…. but bear with me.

Is this going to be like those people who try to deny Die Hard is a Christmas movie?

eagleowl - Let's Save Christmas (The Ballad of Nakatomi Plaza)

I saw The Pogues play one of the most manic and memorable gigs in my life at Strathclyde University Students Union back in 1985.  It turned me into a fan. 

Singles and albums were purchased as they were issued, but I didn’t buy Fairytale of New York.  I loved watching the video over the festive period, and also being a fan of Kirsty MacColl, it made for a fine listen, and as I got increasingly familiar with the song, I found myself singing along every time to ‘The Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day’.  And I mean every time, to the annoyance of my soon-to-be in-laws whose house I was living in at the time.

I bought the album If I Should Fall From Grace With God in January 1988, and quickly realised it was a classic. The album the band had been threatening to make since that gig a few years earlier. A perfect blend of rock and what I thought was traditional Irish music, played and produced to perfection.  The songs all seemed to be short stories set to music – some were rollicking and some were tear-jerking ballads, with ‘Fairytale’ striding both.  It was a record full of tunes that I imagined would be sung at the wildest parties in Ireland – the fact I hadn’t yet set foot in that country was neither here nor there! (That’s something which would change many years later and I’ve now got proud and loving connections with the country.)  Fairytale in this context was way more than a Christmas song, and I still feel the same the best part of 40 years later.

As to the supposedly offensive lyrics...  In what is clearly an exchange fuelled by alcohol and indeed a love for one another as the rest of the lyric makes clear, the male character, played by Shane calls the female character, played Kirsty, an old slut on junk and she replies by calling him a scumbag, maggot and cheap lousy faggot.  It’s poetic and quite magnificent. 

I’d agree with JC that expressing love by using words like these – rather than the usual barrel of cliches pop songs rely upon to represent that emotion – shows a genuine understanding of both character and storytelling technique that goes above and beyond.

Worth remembering too that not a lot was made of these lyrics back in the late 80s.  The only thing folk were worried about back then was the use of the word ‘arse’ which Kirsty was asked to amend to ‘ass’ for a live rendition on Top of The Pops.

The hullabaloo only really kicked up when the single was re-released in 2005.  A different time altogether and an era when the notion of individuals and organisations having platforms to express their supposed anger, hurt and offence, and being noticed as they shouted from the sidelines, was becoming increasingly the norm. 

While it seems some offence was taken prior to 2005, JC makes a good point here that at the beginning of this century, with the rise of the nasty old interweb, Professional Offence-Taking became an active sport, a kind of cultural one-upmanship which has become so ingrained in society it’ll no doubt be recognised as event in the next Olympic Games.

But in terms of today’s tune, I think JC sums it up for me when he says…

I’ll never tire of Fairytale of New York.  It’s a magnificent song that still sounds wonderful all these years later. It shouldn’t be messed with.

Thank you all for your thoughts.

Join us back here to give Bob, Midge and (especially) Bono a festive kicking... it's the true spirit of Christmas!


Thursday, 31 October 2024

One Final Halloween Snapshots Spillover

As it's Halloween, here's a final batch of horror film-inspired songs, starting with the Scream Queen herself. No, not Jamie Lee Curtis...

Kate Bush - The Fog

Next up, a track from the new Nick Lowe album, his first in eleven years. Apparently, he's spent the time catching up on movies like this...

Nick Lowe & Los Straitjackets - A Quiet Place

I couldn't let this series close without mentioning "the most amazing motion picture of our time", starring Michael Landon, presumably before he found God in Highway To Heaven...

The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf

Up into the hills next, for an encounter with some inbred yokels... have you ever been to Holmfirth?

The Meteors - The Hills Have Eyes

Irena Dubrovna discovered she was descended from an ancient tribe of Cat People who metamorphose into black panthers when aroused. Just like Manimal!

The original version of Cat People was released in 1942. Forty years later, a saucy remake roped this guy in to contribute to the soundtrack... 

David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out The Fire)

Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was banned during the video nasties scare of the 80s, so it became something of a holy grail to teenage horror fans like myself, desperate to see it. When it was finally re-released in 1998, I rushed out to see it. The film does contain one of the most disturbing scenes I've ever seen... yet it's nothing to do with the infamous chainsaw, or even Leatherface himself. Instead, the bit that got me was the dinner party scene when they fetch Grandpa down from the attic...

The Tyla Gang formed in 1975 following the dissolution of Sean Tyla's previous band, Ducks Deluxe. I suspect there's more than a whiff of bandwagonary going on here... 

Tyla Gang - Texas Chainsaw Massacre Boogie

The other classic horror film banned throughout my adolescent video shop days was Mark Kermode's favourite: The Exorcist. Hard to believe it's 25 years since the censors finally allowed me to watch that...

Curtis Mayfield - Sweet Exorcist

Redd Kross - Linda Blair

The less said about the 2005 remake of House of Wax, starring Paris Hilton, the better. The 1953 original though, with Vincent Price, was one of the first mainstream Hollywood movies to be filmed in 3D. I generally hate 3D movies, but I reckon it'd be worth seeing this one again with the glasses on.

I found a whole bunch of songs named after this flick. Here's a smattering of wax on wax...

Miss Destiny - House of Wax

The Alderman - House of Wax

Bruce Woolley & The Camera Club - House of Wax

Paul McCartney - House of Wax

Nothing beats a good haunted house story for me though. And that one to beat in that genre is the 1963 version of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House, known simply as The Haunting.


Whatever you do, do NOT watch the 1999 version with Liam Neeson and Catherine Zeta Jones. It's one of the worst films I've ever seen. 

Here are some post-Shane Pogues... so no way as scary as they used to be.

The Pogues - Haunting

And here's some Shane, in case you're missing him, along with Sinéad. I'm missing them both.

Shane MacGowan with Sinéad O'Connor - Haunted

Sadly, I couldn't find any songs named after the best haunted house movies of the 21st Century, the Paranormal Activity flicks, but I'm closing today with the film that got me hooked on horror movies back when I was a kid. I was obsessed with the Amityville Horror, reading all the books, watching all the films, and even looking favourably upon Lovebug Starski... 


Happy Halloween to you all. Hoohahahahahaaaa!

Friday, 1 December 2023

Celebrity Jukebox #115: Shane MacGowan

When Shane MacGowan stayed at Bono's house, he did what only Shane MacGowan could do...

“Bono put in a glass roof and wall,” MacGowan explained in an interview with The Times. “I used to wave my willy at the train as it passed and hope that they thought it was Bono’s.”

Sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane



I've been giving the Celebrity Jukebox a rest over the past couple of weeks. It's been nice to have a stretch without any big name deaths. But I've been worrying about Shane MacGowan a lot lately, hoping his time wasn't nigh. The pictures from his hospital bed didn't look great, and... I dunno... could we really stand to lose both Sinéad and Shane in the same year?

Another post then, written with a very heavy heart...

Let's start with a Canadian Irish band who owe their entire act to Shane...

Well, the next thing you know I was lying on the ground
I drank some more whiskey, you know I was feeling sound
I dreamt I met MacGowan and he bought me another round
And the two of us went drinkin' 'til the morning


And they're not the only ones in debt...

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met Macgowan
That poetic old drunk
Who consumes me with his words
The romantic lines of verse
He writes down without effort
I pray the angels catch him
If he should fall from the grace of God


Meanwhile, back in Canada, a song about the new set of teeth Shane had fitted in 2015...


Next, a tribute from German band Hasenscheisse which mentions Shane in the same breath as Elvis, Kurt Cobain, Jimmy Hendrix and Janis Joplin...

Ohne Feuerwasser kein Rock'n'Roll
Harald Juhnke ist mein Held 
Und Shane MacGowan ist mein Idol

...which translates thus...

There's no rock'n'roll without firewater
Harald Juhnke is my hero 
And Shane MacGowan is my idol


And now a word from Sweden...


From Sweden to Devon, where the Black Anchors are searching in vain...

Another rainy night in Soho
Looking for Shane MacGowan
A barmaid with spider tatoos
Said he's not been around
And I'm coming down


And a band featuring the bassist from The Libertines. Pete Doherty had nothing on Shane...


Finally, a bunch of grubby urchins who go by the name of The Dipsomaniacs. I'm sure Shane would approve.


It was Ben who alerted me to the new of Shane's death, and he was pretty certain the mainstream media coverage would hinge around that Christmas song he did with Kirsty. A fine tune (if over-played), but there's so much more to Shane's legacy. There were more great duets to start with. Such as this...


And this, which I no doubt posted back in July when Sinéad passed because it's a high point in both their careers...


Final word to Shane himself. I hope they follow his wishes to the letter...

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
And no corpse can lie upon me

Let me go, boys, let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

My Top Ten Sad Street Songs

Busy week as the new college term gets into full swing. With five classes a day some days, I certainly have no time for blogging. Fortunately, this is how I spent my summer vacation... here's one I prepared earlier. This week: unhappy roads.

And you think it's depressing where you live!



10. The Maisonettes - Heartache Avenue

The only good thing about moving onto Heartache Avenue is that you can live there rent-free.

9. Magnetic Fields - Lonely Highway

An alcoholic hits the road and leaves his abusive past behind him in Jackson. Stephin Merritt = songwriting genius.

8. Elvis Presley - (It's A) Long, Lonely Highway

Classic Pomus/Schuman number, used in the soundtrack of the movie Tickle Me. 'Nuff said.

See also Heartbreak Hotel, of course, which is located "down at the end of Lonely Street"...

7. The Pogues - Rain Street

A pretty bleak place to live, according to Shane, and not just because of the weather...
Down the alley the icewagon flew
Picked up a stiff that was turning blue
The local kids were sniffin' glue
Not much else for a kid to do
Down Rain Street
My favourite verse introduces us to the local supermarket...
There's a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I pulled her knickers down
While Judas took his measly price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street

See also Lonesome Highway, in which Shane props up the bar with another tale of whiskey-tinged woe.

6. Lemonheads - The Turnpike Down

Although Evan Dando's certainly feeling down on the turnpike, he's at least cheered by the butterscotch streetlamps.

5. Ray Charles - Lonely Avenue

More Doc Pomus. Ray's girl's up and left town and he's too skint to follow her.

4. Bill Withers - Lonely Town, Lonely Street

Although he's best known for the sunshiney pop of Lovely Day, much of Bill Withers' material is dark and sorrowful. This is the man who wrote Ain't No Sunshine, of course, but also the singer who shoots himself at the end of the classic Better Off Dead. Lonely Town, Lonely Street is a song about lacking self-confidence... and failing because of that. Maybe that's why I love it?
And if you are shy, just not much of a talker
Don't impress the people that you meet
You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street
3. The Kinks - Dead End Street

The one that Oasis pilfered shamelessly for The Importance Of Being Idle...
There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.
2. Morrissey - Late Night, Maudlin Street

Just about every Morrissey album has to half a 7-minute plus "epic", and this is the original, from Viva Hate, by which all others are measured. With its plodding beat and mournful vocals, it's the kind of song that naturally tags Moz with the miserablist label. But the lyrics are often hilarious, in a self-deprecating Alan Bennett kind of way.
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But you know, no one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches all around my head
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
So, he drove me home in the van
complaining: "Women only like me for my mind.."

1. Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I've been a fan of Green Day ever since I saw them set fire to the stage at Leeds Festival in the late 90s. I even use this track in my teaching to explain the concept of personfication to my students ("when the city sleeps") although if Billy Joe Armstrong ever walked into one of my classes with his surly sneer, folded arms and general air of stroppiness, I'd show him the door immediately.

Broken dreams, though. I know a few of those...





Those were my favourite sad streets. Which one cheers you up?

Monday, 25 November 2013

My Top Ten Lullabies...

...with the word "Lullaby" or "Lullabye" in the title. Because there are plenty more songs I could (and probably will) wade through to accomplish the same end.

I'm kinda getting sick of the lullaby CDs we first got to play to Sam at bedtime. The version of Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star is particularly offensive as the singer insists on over-pronouncing the word "diamond" as "DOY-MOND" and it grates every time we hear it. Sam has yet to be annoyed by it, but we'll soon teach him. We also bought some lullaby versions of Queen, Elvis and Guns 'n' Roses songs (thanks to Deano for pointing us in their direction!) which go down quite well, even though Louise claims to only know two Guns 'n' Roses songs... someone else in need of education. I'll learn them both by the time I'm done.

Meanwhile...


10. Dixie Chicks - Lullaby

See, the Dixie Chicks aren't just there to stick two fingers up to George Bush and kill off Dennis Franz.

9. Brad Paisley featuring Alison Krauss - Whiskey Lullaby

Speaking of my favourite TV actor, here's one of his former partners, Ricky Schroder, meeting a sticky end courtesy of Brad and Alison.

8. Billy Joel - Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)

I don't know why Billy Joel decided to pack in songwriting 20 years ago. He still tours but it seems he didn't have anything else to say, which is a great shame because I was a huge fan growing up. This is from his last ever album, River of Dreams. It's a simple piano ballad, the kind of thing he excelled at... the kind of thing I wish he'd write again.

7. Alice Cooper - Lullaby

Because we all need a little Alice to send us off to the land of nod. This is from his ridiculously pompous 90s concept album collaboration with Neil Gaiman which, at the time, I thought was pretty pants. A recent reassessment has led me to consider it a barking kind of genius. My critical faculties are obviously fading along with all my other bits.

6. Patti Scialfa - 23rd Street Lullaby

Here's why Patti deserves to be known as more than just "Mrs. Springsteen".

5. The Pogues - Lullaby of London

MacGowan's love/hate lullaby for a capital city as shabby, shameless and spectacular as he is.

4. Tom Waits - Midnight Lullaby

Early Tom Waits, from the days before he started gargling with razor blades. Should you prefer the latter to send of off to dreamland, try this instead: Lullaby.

3. Starsailor - Lullaby

I  always felt the critics were unkind to Starsailor: they wrote some cracking songs and singer James Walsh had a proper rock star voice. Listen to this again and give them a second thought.

2. The Cure - Lullaby

Mad Bob can't sleep because Spider-Man is having him for dinner. If he really sleeps with that much lipstick on, he must have to change his pillowcases every morning.

1. Shawn Mullins - Lullaby

And this is why I will never be cool...





There were plenty more lullabies in my collection (Birdland came close)... but which one sends you off to dreamland?
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