Off Topic Saints Not606 Music Thread

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thereisonlyoneno7 said:
I’m pretty much the same. I do stumble across Steve Wright in the afternoon on R2 now though every now and again.

Used to love the Radio 1 roadshows they used to do. Went to loads at Bournemouth beach back in the day ;)

To be fair I find myself listening a lot to Radio 4 nowadays...maybe I may be 50 this year too (though after fats ;) )
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Musically it was Jazz FM for me!! Being here in Spain it is TRE - Talk Radio Europe which carries the World Service during the night and from 4pm for Sportsworld on a Saturday and Sunday. There is also Radio 3 for people who like alternatives styles of music and want to improve their level of Spanish as their diction is wonderful

Best on Radio 4 is "From Our Own Correspondent" and "Just a Minute". This is useful material for those learning English as are the interviews with the managers. They find they can understand the likes of Guardiola, Poch, Sarri but someone like Eddie Howe and students struggle.
 
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Saints_Alive said:
One of my favourites along with Another Nail in My Heart.

"But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet"

Poetry from Chris Difford
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I have always been very fond of these lines from "Up The Junction"...

"She left me when my drinking,
Became proper stinking.
The devil came and took me,
From bar to street to bookie"
 
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Archers Road said:
I have always been very fond of these lines from "Up The Junction"...

"She left me when my drinking,
Became proper stinking.
The devil came and took me,
From bar to street to bookie"
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Vicky Verky from Argybargy sums up working class adolescent "love" pretty nicely..

"With her hair up in his fingers
The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps
She holds the law in her hands
The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent through the lamplight
Although she's only fourteen
She really knows her courting
And up the railway sidings
There's him and her
They're lying
Hand in hand they whisper
You're my missus and I'm your mister
The moon as white and virgin
And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble
When best friends were so little
They really trooped the colors
When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle
As ladylike she'd wiggle
All along the high street
They'd splash out on an ice cream
He'd sometimes really treat her
When he'd done his mother's meter
Well he went off to borstal
He said that he was forced to
Rob the flats of hi fi's
'cause she was ill
And she would cry
Each morning she got sicker
Her mother sometimes hit her
If she'd have known the story
She would have been so sorry
He received a letter and admitted it
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory
He'd sit and stare
If this is for real
And is it really fair
Summer came so they went
Down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primus
And sampled local cider
She told him in his rucksack
I think i want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who
Will forever love you"
 
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Saints_Alive said:
Vicky Verky from Argybargy sums up working class adolescent "love" pretty nicely..

"With her hair up in his fingers
The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps
She holds the law in her hands
The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent through the lamplight
Although she's only fourteen
She really knows her courting
And up the railway sidings
There's him and her
They're lying
Hand in hand they whisper
You're my missus and I'm your mister
The moon as white and virgin
And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble
When best friends were so little
They really trooped the colors
When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle
As ladylike she'd wiggle
All along the high street
They'd splash out on an ice cream
He'd sometimes really treat her
But he'd done his mother's meter
Well he went off to borstal
He said that he was forced to
Rob the flats of hi fi's
'cause she was ill
And she would cry
Each morning she got sicker
Her mother sometimes hit her
If she'd have known the story
She would have been so sorry
He received a letter and admitted it
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory
He'd sit and stare
If this is for real
And is it really fair
Summer came so they went
Down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primus
And sampled local cider
She told him in his rucksack
I think i want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who
Will forever love you"
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Not sure that quite has the depth and poetical genius of this, to sum up adolescent love:

“In my imagination
There is no complication
I dream about you all the time
In my mind, a celebration
The sweetest of sensation
Thinking you could be mine
In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I'm dreaming
You fell in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true”
 
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