"when are you gonna come down? when are you going to land?"
i love south london. theres a part of me that worries that that might be a shameful thing to admit, but to me there has never been a question mark over it as a place to live. i carry its accent on my voice and its fingerprint in my brain. if only there were more tube stations it would be perfect. no, actually thats rubbish - its actually a bit crap, though i am convinced that pretty much everywhere else is at least as crap. its a homely sort of crap. you forgive its many flaws because it seems to hold you comfortingly and apologetically in its figurative embrace. i'm not trying to come over all "under the bridge" but lets face it, its better than la.
but despite this affinity, when it came to moving back to the smoke after those years of living away from it there was more than a flutter of trepidation. maybe this was because moving away had symbolised a break for freedom - freedom from parental control, freedom from becoming a local stereotype, freedom from all the haunting memories of the negativity of high school experience. like the baby pterodactyl in those mawkish "land before time" movies or the sheep in the monty python sketch, maybe i hadn't been flying so much as falling, plummeting with my eyes shut to convince myself that the wind rushing past my ears was the result of glorious forward momentum, destined to crash land back where i started while the face of gravity mocks me for failing to avoid my destiny of failure.
or maybe theres a sort of success in finally being able to admit:
i love south london
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
"everything's just wonderful" - lily allen
"ba ba ba ba ba ba. ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba"
sometimes a song runs out of words and you have to say what you want with a solo. sometimes you need to keep singing but dont have the words to continue the thought - but if you go "ba ba ba" in the right way it still means something. sometimes you just sing noises cos its fun. sometimes you get a song stuck in your head but cant remember the lyrics - which is ok if the bit stuck there doesnt have any.
i think it's voltaire's "candide" that deals with the philosophy that we live in the best of all possible worlds (i'm not sure though, i gave up well before the end - if books were only 1 page long i would be incredibly well read). it seems to me to be obviously rubbish, but from time to time all of us, like lily allen, need to belive some positive rubbish to get us through
incidently - why no third l?
sometimes a song runs out of words and you have to say what you want with a solo. sometimes you need to keep singing but dont have the words to continue the thought - but if you go "ba ba ba" in the right way it still means something. sometimes you just sing noises cos its fun. sometimes you get a song stuck in your head but cant remember the lyrics - which is ok if the bit stuck there doesnt have any.
i think it's voltaire's "candide" that deals with the philosophy that we live in the best of all possible worlds (i'm not sure though, i gave up well before the end - if books were only 1 page long i would be incredibly well read). it seems to me to be obviously rubbish, but from time to time all of us, like lily allen, need to belive some positive rubbish to get us through
incidently - why no third l?
"magic johnson" - the red hot chili peppers
"[dum-dum-da-da-dum] MAGIC JOHNSON"
before they were a yawnfest band serving ignorant preteens the same one ballad and one funkpop bounce over and over, before either of the albums that could justifiably claim to be their best - but slightly after that whole socks-on-penises thing - this song was a minor album track that most people forgot about as soon as "nobody weird like me" kicked in. but theres something about the chorus riff that is ear glue.
as a palace fan, i was always slightly disappointed that this never became a chant for andy johnson whilst he plied his trade with us. i guess too few of the holmesdale end faithful were aware of late 80s alternative rock. the poor ignorant fools.
before they were a yawnfest band serving ignorant preteens the same one ballad and one funkpop bounce over and over, before either of the albums that could justifiably claim to be their best - but slightly after that whole socks-on-penises thing - this song was a minor album track that most people forgot about as soon as "nobody weird like me" kicked in. but theres something about the chorus riff that is ear glue.
as a palace fan, i was always slightly disappointed that this never became a chant for andy johnson whilst he plied his trade with us. i guess too few of the holmesdale end faithful were aware of late 80s alternative rock. the poor ignorant fools.
"teenage rampage" - the sweet
"come join the revolution, get yourself a constitution...."
the power of historical hindsight renders this one of the least effectual rabble-rousing songs i've ever heard. maybe im well past teenagerampaging now, but even when i was a teenager i liked the idea of a teenage rampage far more than i liked this song - but like many sweet songs the chorus is a catchy beast.
it amazes me that my yearning for things to be different - my sympathy for revolution - only manifests itself in the most ineffectual of ways. in that sense i guess i'm a long way short of a teenage rampage. my revolution is barely prepubescent and my rampage fairly embryonic. i care but im too lazy to do anything about it. its the modern social disease.
the power of historical hindsight renders this one of the least effectual rabble-rousing songs i've ever heard. maybe im well past teenagerampaging now, but even when i was a teenager i liked the idea of a teenage rampage far more than i liked this song - but like many sweet songs the chorus is a catchy beast.
it amazes me that my yearning for things to be different - my sympathy for revolution - only manifests itself in the most ineffectual of ways. in that sense i guess i'm a long way short of a teenage rampage. my revolution is barely prepubescent and my rampage fairly embryonic. i care but im too lazy to do anything about it. its the modern social disease.
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