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The Clockworks – Enough is Never Enough

I have been quiet on my blog lately. Partly because life is happening all around me and I can barely keep up, so there’s no time for reflection, or if there is it’s fleeting and I can’t pin it down and put it into words.

But I have been listening to a lot of music. And I have been getting angry about things, which I combat by escaping into music or, if I’m really lucky, into sleep.

It’s Black Friday today, so here’s a brilliant song to mark this sorry occasion.

Director: Oscar J Ryan Production Company: Head & Wrecker EP: Ash Teague Producer: Ellis Fox DOP: Emma Langguth AD: Dave Neale Editor: Beth Roberts Colourist: Jules Willeman Online: James Bradley 1st AC: Davide Scalenghe 2nd AC: Matthew Hollis Camera Trainee: Ben Keeling Sound Op: Charlie Hinde Gaffer: Kian Altmann Spark: Will Jensen Art Director: Annie Harmenston Runner: Freddie Reeve BTS: Daniel Bailey Graphics: Studio 108 Cast: Sean Ryan, Pete Howard, Jack Horwood

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Enough is Never Enough

Artist

The Clockworks

Album

Enough is Never Enough

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Lyrics:

Lyrics:

It was a Tuesday And it was… bleak

Torn from the wreckage of a broken home

Only knows the love that he was shown

He barges into the Café he owns

To bark marching orders

At poor Kitchen Porters.

Fresh from the microwave,

A sandwich, thrown on a chipped plate

The kitchen is in a state,

There’s no need for pruning

When business is blooming

And his grandmother was a proud Filipino

Slips his mind as he

Dips his vote Into the world of a well known racist

Who explains it all in words he knows

These fingers were made for pointing

And enough is never enough

The busker boy’s chasing the dream

By the beggar with the card machine

And passing by the suit and tie wont cast an eye

Too fixated on a screen

And blessed are the meek I’ve heard them say but honestly

There’s no romance in poverty

When dinner is a novelty

And these fingers were made for pointing

And enough is never enough

Trudging Galway streets alone I can’t help thinking, not to blame, Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone

It’s with O’ Leary on the plane

And everybody loves to bitch

Factions speak louder than herds

When rags to riches

Turns wags to witches

Fine feathers don’t make fine birds

These fingers were made for pointing.

Double bill in homage to COP26

The Future’s Not What it Used to Be -The King Blues

Provided to YouTube by Pias UK Limited The Future’s Not What it Used to Be · The King Blues Punk & Poetry ℗ 2011 Transmission Recordings ℗ 2011 Transmission Recordings ltd / V2 Benelux ℗ Transmission Recordings Released on: 2011-04-18 Mixer: Peter Miles Producer: Peter Miles Composer: Jonny Itch Fox Lyricist: Jonny Itch Fox

Well outside on the street at 5am you know the world has a different face
And at dawn in the park as the sunbeams break, the drunks sing amazing grace
While the ladies of the night take flight as a big bright light comes crashing down
You and I put the world to rights, in this forgotten little part of town
Well I heard that they say that the traffic wardens dances dick van Dyke does
Throwing shapes around parking meters, to adored rapturous applause
Singing 5 part harmonies and jumping over cars while others dare to sleep
With this city is my playground, yeah my circus is my street
Singing now, woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light
Woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light
When they came to collect the names of the lads who want to sign up for the army
They said they wanna grow up to be a G, gave up on trying be like dad the sparky
Why run around 360, like a dog chasing his tail
Or the schoolgirls dressed like hookers, the hookers dressed like schoolgirls
Singing now, woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light
Woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light
Killing and drilling, well it’s all they understand
In the Middle East and Afghanistan
They fight over turf, they fight over land
If you give them a ting-a-ling
While their trigger finger lingers
With the second gun slingers
They fight over that
There’s no unity, just to you and and me
Trying to keep our head above the lunacy
It’s just the way we’re living
And we will never give in
To this -ism schism prison
That all men and women live in
They war over guns, they war over god
War over land and they war over drugs
They war, they war, they war over love
War over which god watches from above
They war over oil, they war over race
Some of them are warring just to save face
They war, they war, they war over debt
If it’s a war they want, it’s a war they’ll get
Singing now, woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light
Woah the future’s not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light

Genius.com: https://genius.com/The-king-blues-the-futures-not-what-it-used-to-be-lyrics

Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Ocean to Ocean · Tori Amos Ocean to Ocean ℗ A Decca Records Recording; ℗ 2021 Tori Amos, under exclusive licence to Universal Music Operations Limited Released on: 2021-10-29 Producer, Associated Performer, Hammond B3, Keyboards, Piano, Rhodes, Vocals, Wurlitzer electric piano: Tori Amos Studio Personnel, Mixer, Recording Engineer, Associated Performer, Guitar: Mark Hawley Studio Personnel, Mixer: Adrian Hall Associated Performer, Bass, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Jon Evans Associated Performer, Drums, Percussion, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Matt Chamberlain Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Adam Spry Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Jon Astley Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Miles Showell Composer Lyricist: Tori Amos

Ocean to Ocean – Tori Amos

Ocean to ocean, tales of the sea
Tales deeply troubling

Stay with me until we
Unravel this fishing net

Ocean to ocean, queen of the sea
Warning of these needless killings

Stay with me until we
Unravel this fishing net

There are those who don’t give a goddamn
That we’re near mass extinction
There are those who never give a goddamn
For anything that they are breaking
There are those who only give a goddamn
For the profit that they’re making

Ocean to ocean, where have I been?
While all of this has been escalating

There is a way out of this
There is a way out of this

There are those who don’t give a goddamn
That we’re near mass extinction
There are those who never give a goddamn
For anything that they are breaking
There are those who only give a goddamn
For the profit that they’re making

Stay with me until we
Unravel this fishing net
Stay with me, stay with me

Faith, where have you gone?
Gone nature’s sons
Faith, will you return?
Return nature’s sons

To ocean to ocean
To ocean to ocean
To ocean to ocean

AZ Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/toriamos/oceantoocean.html

Soccer Mommy – Circle the Drain

A friend of mine recently posted this on facebook as a recommendation and I absolutely love it. Great tune and fantastic lyrics.

I wanna be calm like the soft
Summer rain on your back
Like the fall of your shoulders
But everything just brings me back down
To the cold hard ground
And it keeps getting colderIt’s a feeling that boils in my brain
I would dial back the flame
But I’m not sure I’m able
I’m wobbling out on the wire
And the lights could go out
With the break of a cableThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fineHey, I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open, watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downI’m trying to seem strong for my love
For my family and friends
But I’m so tired of faking
‘Cause I’m chained to my bed when they’re gone
Watching TV alone
‘Til my body starts achingAnd I think there’s a mold in my brain
Spreading down all the way
Through my heart and my body
‘Cause I cling to the dark of my room
And the days thin me out
Or just burn me straight throughThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fineHey I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fine
Hey, I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open, watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downRound and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Sophie Allisoncircle the drain lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Jimi Hendrix – Live at the Newport Festival 22nd June 1969

As I am supposed to be educating my children in our spare time I thought I should start their musical and cultural education in earnest. So today we watched this. Had the whole set on the TV. The kids wandered in and out but mostly they were captivated, stopping by to dance, comment and ask questions. I don’t blame them. Everything about it is fab -the sun soaked atmosphere, the dogs on blankets, the crowd yelling at that photographer to get down!

R said this is his “favourite music ever” and that he wants to learn the guitar. S says the “guitar sounds crunchy and strong”. At one point they were both jumping and spinning round the living room in a mixture of break dancing and wrestling. 

I totally blew their minds by saying that the young people in the crowd are Grandma and Grandad’s age and older. “Even the pretty lady?”. “Yes, the pretty lady is about Grandma’s age now”. That got me sceptical, wide-eyed stares. “How old were you mummy?”. “I wasn’t born yet”. Wider eyes “Really? Not at all, not even a little bit born?” 

Ah, the passing of time. Tricky one to get your head round.

Pulp – Mis-shapes

In my music listening I am going through a bit of a Britpop revival at the moment, with mixed results (a post about it will emerge at some point…). I do remember at the time being only so/so about the whole thing, as I mostly (unfairly, I expect) associated it with the bloke-ish bravado of Oasis, a band I dislike, or just cute, irritating happy songs. I recall thinking that the Americans were way ahead of anything the Brits were producing (REM, Nirvana, Tori Amos, Hole, Green Day, The Offspring, Rage against the Machine…) with the exception of the Manics and Radiohead, neither of which I associate with Britpop. But I do, for better or worse, have great recall of the well-known Britpop songs of the era and they conjure up so many memories for me (admittedly mostly of cheap cider, sticky dance floors and being groped…).

I always liked Pulp, they were probably the standout group for me, and it is in large part due to their magnificent lyrics. I am always partial to bitchy social commentary in musical form. Whenever I was on a dancefloor in that era there would be a Pulp song. Usually it was either Disco 2000 or Common People, both excellent songs, but sometimes, just occasionally, a particularly great DJ would be in charge and would choose Mis-Shapes instead. That would always be a good night. I would come away feeling like they had played my anthem, and there would usually be one or two others on the dancefloor who felt the same. It is hands down my favourite Pulp song, and it’s as divisive, angry, inspiring, and relevant now as it’s always been. Yes, it is a bit tribal but, my god, it is so accurate.

Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Mis-Shapes · Pulp Different Class ℗ 1995 Island Records, a division of Universal Music Operations Limited Released on: 1995-01-01 Producer: Chris Thomas Composer: Steve Mackey Composer: Nick Banks Composer: Russell Senior Composer: Mark Webber Composer: Candida Doyle Composer Lyricist: Jarvis Cocker

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don’t look the same as you,
We don’t do the things you do,
But we live round here too.
Oh really.

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits,
We’d like to go to town but we can’t risk it,
Oh ’cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash in the mouth
Just for standing out.
Oh really.

Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?
The future’s owned by you and me.
There won’t be fighting in the street.
They think they’ve got us beat,
But revenge is going to be so sweet.

We’re making a move,
We’re making it now,
We’re coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid yeah.

We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns,
We won’t use bombs,
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of –
That’s our minds.

Check your lucky numbers,
That much money could drag you under, oh.
What’s the point in being rich
If you cant think what to do with it?
‘Cause you’re so bleeding thick.

Oh we weren’t supposed to be,
We learnt too much at school now we
Can’t help but see
That the future that you’ve got mapped out is
Nothing much to shout about.

We’re making a move,
We’re making it now,
We’re coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid.

We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns,
We won’t use bombs,
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of
That’s our minds.

Brothers, sisters, can’t you see?
The future’s owned by you and me.
There won’t be fighting in the street.
They think they’ve got us beat
But revenge is going to be so sweet.

We’re making a move.
We’re making it now.
We’re coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up – it’s a raid.

We want your homes,
We want your lives,
We want the things you won’t allow us.
We won’t use guns,
We won’t use bombs,
We’ll use the one thing we’ve got more of
That’s our minds. Yeah.
And that’s our minds. Yeah.

Songwriters: Banks, Doyle, Senior, Webber, Cocker, Mackey

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Ella Fitzgerald – Between the Devil & the Deep Blue Sea

My dad is visiting for a little while, forming a childcare bubble with me while the kids are on school holidays. It is blatantly clear to me that he has ADHD and that this is where I get it from. I think he has come around to this theory too. A post about this to follow at some point. But in the meantime here is a Weekly Music entry in honour of his visit. Our musical tastes are not particularly aligned (except for a mutual like of Elgar and Vaughan Williams) but we both love Ella Fitzgerald and her wonderful voice is the usual backdrop to our drinking and conversation. So, here is a lovely sample of Ella Fitzgerald lushness, Between the Devil & the Deep Blue Sea.

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Tori Amos – Precious Things

I am frankly disappointed in myself that I have got this far into posting songs and haven’t put any Tori Amos. She is probably my favourite solo artist and her albums Little Earthquakes and Under the Pink can be added in to that special category of ‘music that saved my life’ (and yes, the majority of the things in that category are from the mid 90s -because those were my teenage years).

Tori is magnificent and important to me. I can’t really put it better than that. Her music is on every device I own and I have CDs of those two albums in my car (yes, it’s a very old car, circa 2002) because I need to know they are not far off should I ever have the need. It’s hard to pick a favourite but I am going to nominate Precious Things. The anger, the beauty, the rawness …it has a cleansing effect on me every time. Cathartic.

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Precious Things

Tori Amos

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These, I said precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I, I, I, I said I go
He said, he
You go and I said, I said, I said I go with you

He said, you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys

Beautiful boys
I said, Christian boys
Beautiful boys
So you can make me come
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed now, wash away
These I said precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I, I, I said
In and I said, you go and I, you

I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These are my, are in my life, I said
Bleed now, bleed now
These in my heart and
You in my head and
Bleed now, just bleed now
You in my heart and these in my head
And bleed now, bleed

I said these, oh precious things
Let them bleed, yes
Wash these things, daddy
Wash away these things
These are my precious things
Let them bleed, yes
Wash these things, daddy
Wash away these things

These are my precious things
Let them bleed now, girls just bleed
These are my precious things
Let them break, break their hold over me
I, I, I, I said, I said, I said
I can’t let you, let you go, yes
Precious
Precious

Songwriters: Tori Amos

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X-Ray Spex – Let’s Submerge

That Music Mondays thing just isn’t working out for me, for fairly obvious ADHD related reasons. So, I have started my own thing where basically I try to post a song each week on whichever day I get round to it.

Browsing social media one night when I should have been asleep I saw a reference to a band called X-Ray Spex. I had vaguely heard of them but had no idea about their music. A quick bit of Googling and…. wow. Mind blown. X-Ray Spex and their wonderful lead singer Poly Styrene have been a mainstay of my playlist ever since. Even my kids like them. I honestly don’t think any music collection is complete without them.

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Lyrics from genius.com

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

[Verse 1]
The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Dagger glares from Richard Hell

Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightening

If you’ve got the urge
Come on, let’s submerge

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

We’re going down
To the underground

It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

[Verse 2]
The subterranean is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava, sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us

If you’ve got the urge
Come on, let’s submerge

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground
Down, we’re going down
To the underground