ONE OF THE DUMBEST SONGS EVER

"INTELLECTUAL" IDIOCY

Sun City Night Life

By Peter Hammill (1988)

To the city beat on a treacherous curve,
up upon the high wire you're observed –
you live as you live, you'll get what you deserve:
High life, dig those highlights,
Sun City nightlife:
you'll be like a moth consumed by a flame.

It's a rich man's world, kick those beggars and fools;
conspicuous consumption the only rule,
but the law of retribution will be terribly cruel.

Oh, but you mustn't stop to think about your place upon the planet;
if you did, you might steal yourself away
and it doesn't really matter if the show goes up tomorrow.
After all, this petty place is day to day.
Highlights of the highlife,
dancing at midnight,
dancing all moral existence away.

Nightlife, highlights, highlife, twilight...
Oh, you mustn't ever think about your place upon the planet,
don't look further than the bottom of a drink,
don't ever think about the way you'll feel tomorrow,
don't stop dancing or the boat will sink...
all in all it's gone before you blink.

Highlights of the high life,
Sun City nightlife,
you'll be like a moth consumed by flame...
Twilight of the high life,
chimes at midnight...
you're still dancing all moral existence away.

(A motor-bike in Afrika,
he's riding the white line
oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like trip-wire...
He's dancing.
Biko, Biko Biko, Biko...)



Hammill, by the way, is a very pompous and condescending English anti-singer. He usually writes more "cryptically", in order to disguise his meager talents, and impress certain species of pseudo-intellectuals. But he came out of his shell to condemn South African Whites.

In 45 years he's written three good (though pretentious, and depressing/melancholy) songs:

Too Many Of My Yesterdays

By Peter Hammill (1986)

So many years ago, I thought you were the one -
Who knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,
Adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past?
Who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?
Don't try to tell me nothing dies.
Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
Don't try to tell me nothing's new,
Too many of my yesterdays belong to you.

I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,
I got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,
But seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.
Just when I think I'm finally over you,
Don't come and show me that's not true.

Tell me about it, talk to me -
I hear it coming, I feel it coming,
The way you want this thing to be.
You're only trading on our memories
Don't go and say you still love me.

You're trading on my memories,
You're trading in a rosy past;
You know I'm lost on stormy seas...
But I still stand before the mast,
Beneath the stars and under sail
Towards horizons out of true...
Behind the dance of seven veils I still see you...

Tell me about it, have your way;
I see it coming, I hear it coming,
I know what you're about to say.
You've had too many of my yesterdays,
And I don't want to fall again.

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
Don't try to tell me nothing's new,
Too many of my yesterdays are lost in you.



After The Show

By Peter Hammill (1986)

So many years ago, I thought you were the one -
Who knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,
Adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past?
Who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?
Don't try to tell me nothing dies.
Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
Don't try to tell me nothing's new,
Too many of my yesterdays belong to you.

I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,
I got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,
But seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.
Just when I think I'm finally over you,
Don't come and show me that's not true.

Tell me about it, talk to me -
I hear it coming, I feel it coming,
The way you want this thing to be.
You're only trading on our memories
Don't go and say you still love me.

You're trading on my memories,
You're trading in a rosy past;
You know I'm lost on stormy seas...
But I still stand before the mast,
Beneath the stars and under sail
Towards horizons out of true...
Behind the dance of seven veils I still see you...

Tell me about it, have your way;
I see it coming, I hear it coming,
I know what you're about to say.
You've had too many of my yesterdays,
And I don't want to fall again.

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
Don't try to tell me nothing's new,
Too many of my yesterdays are lost in you.



Accidents

By Peter Hammill (1982)

This meeting is a coincidence
Which deserves a second look:
We've seen the chapter of accidents
Become the longest in the book.
I see your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident!

Oh, the sweetest is the one I'm holding in my arms
And the fleetest is the one who survives
But the meetest is the one who's running on the spot
Where the accident's about to arrive.
I know my place on the planet, chapter and verse,
All part of the accident.

I know my place in the story, a line of blank verse,
A part of the accident.

No system worth its salt
Lays all its cards upon the table;
No discipline of thought
Will render me more able
To buck those random throws.

This meeting is a coincidence
Which deserves a second look -
We've seen the chapter of accidents,
It's the longest in the book.
Oh, the sweetest is the one I'm holding in my arms
And the fleetest is the one who survives
But the meetest is the one who's running on the spot
Where the accident's about to arrive...
(The accidental, the accident!)

Your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident!
I know my place on the planet, chapter and verse,
All part of the accident.
I know my place in the story, a line of blank verse,
A part of the accident.
I see your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident,
All power to the accident!

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