Category Archives: Midweek Music

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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Data from: Musixmatch

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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Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

Ella Fitzgerald

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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