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Patti Smith. Horses. It just doesn't get any better than this.
Utterly wonderful song (great album), but is now forever coloured by the fact that it's on The Hobbit jukebox (if you remember the establishment), and one particular Hawkwind-lovin' bartender now chants along in a West Country accent, every time it comes on:
He saw: arses arses arses arses arses! (&tc.)
My recommendation is my favourite ever New Model Army track: Eleven Years. It came out when I was seventeen and it still expresses so much of how I feel. It mixes magic with mundanity, despair with indomitability, it teeters on the edge and it's raw with emotion roughened by experience...
Forever running even when we're standing still,
Driven, hearts on fire, as the whirlwinds blow
And shout it out inside: 'I'm proud of you! I'm proud of you!'
Ten thousand footsteps echo down a Brixton road.
Eleven sweet years, still no nearer home,
A hundred thousand miles through this battlezone,
Still high on the wire, above the hollow darkness,
We try not to look down. We try not to look down. |
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