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Song for tomorrow

Esmerelda’s latest article argues that the words of English popular songs rarely feature names of English towns. Perhaps she has forgotten Fiddlers Dram from 1979, which is comfortably within the time span covered by her article. For Americans – this is how the English enjoy themselves:

 

Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor

A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know

But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider

Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around

 

Do you recall the thrill of it all as we walked along the sea grand

Then on the sand we heard a brass band that played the Diddlely-Bump-Terrara

Elsie and me had one cup of tea then we took a Paddler boat out

Splashing away as we sat on the bay and the wheels went 'round

 

Didn't we have a lovely time ….

 

Wasn't it nice, eating chocolate ice as we strolled around the fun-fair

Then we ate eels in big ferris wheels as we sailed around the ground but then

We had to be quick 'cause Elsie felt sick and we had to find somewhere to take her

I said to her lad, what made her feel bad was the wheel going 'round

 

Didn't we have a lovely time …

 

Elsie and me, we finished our tea and said goodbye to the seaside

Got on the bus, Flo said to us, oh isn't it a shame to go

Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand and to live like this for always

Oh it makes me feel ill, when I think of the mill and the wheels goin' 'round

 

Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor

A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know

But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider

Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around

 

Come to think of it, Bangor is not an English town, but a Welsh one. Blackpool wouldn't work.

Reading Esmerelda’s piece got me thinking – not for the first time - about pop songs and days of the week. It’s Friday night and the lights are low, according to Abba. Saturday night’s all right for fighting, and if I’m not too hungover I can be your Sunday girl. I don’t like Mondays – who does? Hair of the dog – a ruby port on Ruby Tuesday. Wednesday week he loved me, but Wednesday week never happened at all.

 

Now it’s Thursday. Is there a song about Thursday? I just can’t think of one. Maybe there isn’t one. If there is, I’d like to know. If not, why not? Is Thursday always overshadowed by the upcoming weekend?

 

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