A song for our time.
I love this song and today more than ever it feels appropriate.
Songs that mean something to me, that I want to share with a wider audience.
A song for our time.
I love this song and today more than ever it feels appropriate.
This is not the worlds finest song (musically at least).
Thirty years ago today on the 14th of May 1988, Wimbledon FC beat Liverpool 1-0 to win the F.A. Cup, or to quote John Motson “The Crazy Gang have beaten the Culture Club”. I wasn’t there. I was on the other side of the world (in the Solomon Islands to be precise) listening to the game on the BBC World Service very early on Sunday Morning.
This was our Cup Final song “We are Wimbledon”. We still play it, and sing it, at Kingsmeadow.
The title of the song, just of it’s own, generates images and memories by the dozen.
When I was young I lived on a sheep farm in the hills of the Scottish Borders. There was hardly any light pollution, so on a clear moonless night the whole of the Universe was on display overhead. Being young and, I suppose overfamiliar with it, didn’t really appreciate it. Like another song says “You don’t always know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone.” Now living in London where, on a good night you can make out a couple of dozen stars, I long for the dark skies of my childhood.
Later in life I went to sea for a living. Sitting on the fo’c’sle, on a warm tropical night, gazing up at the strange (to my northern eyes) stars of the Southern Hemisphere, remains one of my most cherished memories.
If you want to see the stars tonight these are the top 5 Dark Sky locations in Great Britain.
“I‘m sipping Flor de Caña and lime juice, it’s three a.m.” sings Bruce Cockburn in the first line of “Last Night of the World”. So am I, but it’s not quite that late…yet.
This iteration of “Songs I love” was in part prompted by discovering that Sainsbury’s now stock Flor de Caña, a Nicaraguan rum that in Bruce Cockburn’s opinion is the finest in the world. I decided to buy a bottle to see if I agreed. I don’t know if it is actually the finest, but it is pretty good, especially over ice, with a squeeze of fresh lime juice and a drop of Angostura Bitters.
The song was released in 1999 on the album “Breakfast in New Orleans, Dinner in Timbuktu”.  “Last Night of the World” became our Millennium theme song. Not so much because we thought that the world was going to come to an end on the 31st of December 1999 but because we loved the sentiment of “What would I do that was different, Unless it was champagne with you?”
If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?
We did hope, along with most of the rest of the human race, that in the new millennium the world would change for the better. Sadly we were disappointed. But at midnight on the first of January 2000, as Grace and I sat on top of Epsom Downs, drinking champagne, it felt as if anything were possible.
Even more sadly, since Grace passed away in April, if it does turn out to be the last night of the world, I no longer have anyone to drink champagne with. So I shall listen to Bruce and sip my Flor de Caña and lime juice and remember all the happy times we had together, especially Millennium Eve on Epsom Downs
If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?
I learned as a child not to trust in my body
I’ve carried that burden through my life
But there’s a day when we all have to be pried loose
If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?
I’ve seen the flame of hope among the hopeless
And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all
That was the straw that broke me open
If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?
Probably the finest most uplifting piece of music ever written. It is also the anthem of the European Union.
I don’t know if this is the finest ever rendition ever but it might just be the most joyous.
Written in 1990 very appropriate today;
But remember
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall
Just let them know you gave your all
Worry about it later
Full lyrics below :
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Jock’s got a vote in parochial
Ten long years and he’s still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we’ve been told
Music’s food ’til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow’s fair game
For a life that’s fit for living
Good morning Britain
Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain’t won
Paddy’s just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger
Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man’s toy
He’s killing more than Celtic joy
Death is not a stranger
And Taffy’s time’s gonna come one day
It’s a loud sweet voice and it won’t give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home, Neil
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feel
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow’s fair game
For a life that’s fit for living
Good morning Britain
From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It’s not a case of where you go
It’s race and creed and color
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground’s just a stop away
Don’t be too black, don’t be too gay
Just get a little duller
But in this green and pleasant land
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man
A uniform’s a traitor
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall
Just let them know you gave your all
Worry about it later
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow’s fair game
For a life that’s fit for living
Good morning Britain
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow’s fair game
For a life that’s fit for living
Good morning Britain
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As it is Valentine’s Day;
I love this song and the sentiments expressed. Romance is great, and fun, but ultimately it is love that holds things together.
Joe Ely – Settle For Love
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love or do you need
All that meaningless stuff?
Would you settle for love?
Would it be enough?
Baby, Would you settle for love?
You say you want fire
I’ll give you fever
You want kisses
I’ll give you all I got
You want diamonds
I’ll Give you rhinestones
And you want romance
Would you settle for Love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love or do you need
All that meaningless stuff?
Would you settle for love?
Would it be enough?
Baby, Would you settle for love?
The last “Songs I Love” post was Cyril Tawney’s “Grey Funnel Line” a song  about a seaman’s changing relationship with the sea. This reminded me of another piece of music (rather than a song) that I love John Fahey’s “The Yellow Princess”. It is (sort of) about a sailing ship – the Yellow Princess. As with all things Fahey the truth is probably more oblique and likely stranger than that. See his liner notes about the tune below the video.
John Fahey was an interesting character- read his Wikipedia  entry to see exactly how interesting.  He was an amazing fingerstyle guitarist and even today fifteen years after his death he is cited as an influence by a phenomenal number of guitar players.
Cyril Tawney served in the Royal Navy (The Grey Funnel Line) in the 1950’s, he wrote many fine songs and this may be his finest. June Tabor’s version is particularly good
Don’t mind the wind nor the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor’s day
Is to watch the sun as it fades away
It’s one more day on the grey funnel line
The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah’s dove
I’ll fly up harbor to the one I love
There was a time my heart was free
Like a floating spar on the open sea
But now that spar is washed ashore
It comes to rest at my real love’s door.
Every time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for St Peter’s shoes
I’d walk on down that silver lane
And take my love in my arms again
Oh Lord, if dreams were only real
I’d have my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I would turn her ’round
And tell the boys that we’re homeward bound
I’ll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green
Then I’ll dance down that walk on shore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
I was never in the Royal Navy, I always sailed on Merchantmen, but a ship is still a ship, and being separated from the one you love is the same where ever you are are. What he wrote, and June Tabor sings resonates with me.
Because it is Christmas and this is the finest Christmas song that I know. Kirsty McColl and the Pogues finest hour.
No explanations needed.