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Best line from a Jam/Weller song

Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 5:44 pm
by Rugby Gooner
Still a bit pissed,but here are two of mine.

"Two lovers missing the tranqullity of solitude." From,"That's Entertainment."

"They smelled of pubs,and Wormwood Scrubs,and too many Right Wing meetings." From,"Down in tht Tubestation at Midnight."

Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:32 pm
by StuartL
sup up your beer and collect your fags. - Eton Rifles

Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:48 pm
by SWLGooner
StuartL wrote:sup up your beer and collect your fags. - Eton Rifles
Supping 'drinks' and collecting 'fags' is about all they do in Eton but not at all how Paul Weller meant it.

The Jam is top drawer music though.

Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:49 pm
by SWLGooner
I must say though that I prefer the Away Boyz' masterful reworkings <3

Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:52 pm
by Percy Dalton
Just about every word on the Sound Effects album!

8)

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:44 pm
by OneBardGooner
Every word from their instrumental album. :lol: :wink:

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:33 pm
by franksav63
Why the world is your oyster, but your future's a clam.... (When you're Young)

:barscarf: :barscarf: :barscarf:

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:43 pm
by BIG RADDY
Girl on the phone.....................

Says she knows everything about me, from my leg measurement to the size of my cock

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:38 pm
by arseofacrow
franksav63 wrote:Why the world is your oyster, but your future's a clam.... (When you're Young)

:barscarf: :barscarf: :barscarf:
Is that from "Down in the Tube Station at Midnight" :?: :oops: :lol:

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:21 am
by Chippy
"To cut down on beer or the kids new gear, it's a big decision in a town called malice."

As a resident of malice, I will be walking down Stanley Road in about 2 hours! 8)

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:14 pm
by Percy Dalton
SATURDAYS KIDS

Saturday's boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they
dig it!
Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo
accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it,
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!

Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.

Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.

These are the real creatures that time has forgot,

Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?

Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back of course!



Fucking fantastic song

8)

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:31 pm
by Percy Dalton
And another classic........

WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG


Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone
Any guitar and any bass drum
Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young
Life is new and there's things to be done
You can't wait to be grown up
Acceptance into the capital world
You pull on some weed and you pull on someone when you're young

But you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to comprehend
Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end

But you don't mind you've got time on your side
And they're never gonna make you stand in line
You're just waiting for the right time

You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone
No corporations for the new age sons
Tears of rage run down your face
But still you say "it's fun"

And you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to understand
Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam

It's got you in its grip before you're born
It's done with the use of a dice and a board
They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn

You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone
Any guitar and any bass drum



:bowing21:

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:56 pm
by denhaaggooner
LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS

Think of honour, Queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.

Paul Weller was my inspiration when i was young and everything he wrote back then is so relevant now ,FUCK ALL has changed !!!!

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 5:52 pm
by Chippy
"I might be a king and steal my people's things (Arsene?)
but I don't go for those power crazy ways!" (lying *word censored*)

Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:53 pm
by TeeCee
"The morning slips away - in a valium haze,
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.". - PRIVATE HELL

And One of my favorite Jam songs.....

"THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR

So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses to suss out this week's climber
And the small fame that you've acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me you're still a collector

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you

And you started looking much older
And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
But to you in your own little dream world
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors

As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire
You can't cook or sew
You get from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off

And I don't care about morals
'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
And I don't feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you

As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire
You can't cook or sew
You get from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off

And I don't feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors