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07-18-2005, 05:29 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Atchin' Akai
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The Jam
Who here likes The Jam.
Paul Weller(lead)/Bruce Foxton(bass)/Rick Buckler(drums). Superb tracks like, Down in the Tubestation/The Eaton Rifles/Strange Town and A-Bomb In Wardour Street. Anyone a fan? |
07-19-2005, 03:58 PM | #4 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
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It took me until his solo album 'Stanley Road' for me to show an interest again. |
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07-19-2005, 05:53 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Groupie
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The Jam, where to start...
News of the World Thick as Thieves In the City Start! That's Entertainment Funeral Pyre the list goes on..... Paul Weller's (solo) greatest song has to be 'You do Something to Me' A greatly underrated songwriter, a national treasure
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10-02-2005, 04:04 PM | #6 (permalink) |
Atchin' Akai
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I'm bumping this thread to post these lyrics.
In my opinion this song is Weller at his best. Written in the late 70s this is easily the most accurate depiction of the lairier side of English society...I tell thee! And still applies today...the real deal! Anyone who has never heard 'Down In The Tube Station At Midnight'...download now! The distant echo - Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to The ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning’s paper Mr. jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I’m down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting Hey boy they shout - have you got any money? And I said - I’ve a little money and a take away curry, I’m on my way home to my wife. She’ll be lining up the cutlery, You know she’s expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork And I’m down in the tube station at midnight 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 it’s own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn’t see, hear, speak any longer And I’m down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was jesus saves painted by an atheist nutter And a british rail poster read have an awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today! I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife ’cause they took the keys - and she’ll think it’s me And I’m down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry’s gone cold I’m down in the tube station at midnight Don’t want to go down in a tube station at midnight |