Thursday 7 June 2012

Dexys: One Day I'm Going To Soar

"Alright, Fagburn?"
"Alright."
"Where you been?"
"Here, mainly. Trying to escape all the so-called royal bunting."
"Oh... been doing anything, listening to anything new?"
"This and that, you know. Have you heard the new Dexys album?"
"Not yet. Is it any good?"
"Yeah, it is. Very. You know how I keep saying the guy's a genius and they're my favourite band?"
"Yes, I remember hearing you say that. And The Fall and ABBA. But yes."
"And about how I like how Kevin Rowland does those weird stagey things where one person talks to another in stilted prose inbetween songs and then - somehow - it all fucking explodes?"
"Some people don't get those funny little theatrical bits, do they?"
"Nah. No sense of camp."
"Right."
"So anyway, it's my album of the year."
 

2 comments:

  1. "Nowhere Is Home"

    I now know no romantic situation
    Will won in success, nothing
    Can make me happy
    No rose gardens for me
    That’s not self pity, no
    That’s the truth, yes that’s the truth

    Nowhere is home to me
    Nowhere is home to me

    I was born here of an Irish family
    But that in itself is not too good for me
    Because national identity won’t fulfill me
    I don’t fit that kind of all the pagin I read
    Oh no that is not me
    That’s just not me

    Nowhere is home to me
    Nowhere is home to me

    I don’t know oh, where I belong
    I’ve been all over this great big hell
    I never thought there’s a place where I could be
    But, it’s a lie, it’s a filthy lie

    Nowhere is home to me
    Nowhere is home to me

    No place in the country
    There’s no kind of city
    Not a college ring for me
    It doesn’t have appeal for me
    I gotta be what I believe I can’t be
    Anybody else’
    I just gotta be myself
    Take your Irish stereotype and shove it up your ass
    Not what I want for me
    I am a T bird that is she’s not for me
    And now I’m gonna be free
    Come on
    Everybody say

    I want to be everything, I wanna be the man of my dreams
    And I can’t be a fucking stereotype
    But it’s lonely being here and living this fight
    But I won’t give in
    I will not cave in
    Until I become free
    Until I become free

    Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
    I will become free
    Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
    I will become free
    Yes, yes
    Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
    I will become free

    OK..makes me cry..but it could be this shitty cold.

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