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oasis? ure havin a turkish....

 

 

SATURDAY'S KIDS - Paul Weller

Saturday's boys ive 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!

 

 

DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT - Paul Weller

The distant echo -

of faraway voices boarding faraway trains

To take them home to

the ones that they love and who love them forever

The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts

Cold and uninviting, partially naked

Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper

Mr. Jones got run down

Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow

Madmen on the rampage

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen

Smiling, beguiling

I put in the money and pull out a plum

Behind me

Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices

Hating, waiting

"Hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?"

And I said - "I've a little money and a take away curry,

I'm on my way home to my wife.

She'll be lining up the cutlery,

You know she's expecting me

Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

 

I first felt a fist, and then a kick

I could now smell their breath

They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs

And too many right wing meetings

My life swam around me

It took a look and drowned me in its own existence

The smell of brown leather

It blended in with the weather

It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth

It blocked all my senses

Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

 

The last thing that I saw

As I lay there on the floor

Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter

And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -

Do it today!"

I glanced back on my life

And thought about my wife

'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold

I'm down in the tube station at midnight

Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

 

 

 

 

 

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To be honest, Oasis' lyrics were more about living it up, being what you wanted and not giving a f..k what people thought or said.

Basically as Liam would say 'having it large'.

 

If you want teenage angst try Nirvana.

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No, all the gyppos stole them!

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