Friday, 3 April 2009

Friday's song - The Specials


Another trip back to my youth - this time from The Specials, with a Terry Hall composed B-side to 'Ghost Town', his last single with the band before forming Fun Boy Three... and weren't they a great band? - I just worshipped Tunnel Of Love, in all its glorious hopelessness.

Ghost Town was a big hit in 1981: what a year - passed my driving test, riots on English streets, & Chas & Di got hitched; I remember one of us unfortunately won a commemorative metal tray while playing bingo or such for a laugh at the Southsea amusements (Billy Manning's was it?) where we'd waste half our Saturday nights on pinball machines before grabbing some chips & hitting the boozers. Naturally enough, he wasn't best pleased, and felt it best suited to use as a frisbee, then later a football of sorts... we got quite some abuse from patriotic passers by; bloody youth of today - no respect at all.

If The Specials aren't familiar to you, don't for heaven's sake dismiss 'em as just another 2 Tone/Ska band; this is only a taste of course, and superficially not one of their best, or most memorable; but the soporific backing, and Terry Hall's fondly acid, typically deadpan description of a normal night out at The Locarno, actually capture the experience rather well (there was a Locarno Ballroom in Portsmouth too, and handbags were indeed danced around). You're sucked in, immersed in another blandly entertaining Friday night - Beer, Birds with Bags, Bouncers - and ultimately it's a Bust, as you always knew it would be. You're waiting to get home, piss-heads, pies & punch-ups; hopes dashed, already imagining how next week'll be better... happy days eh.

Friday Night, Saturday Morning - The Specials
originally on the 'Ghost Town' single (7" & 12" versions - 1981)
buy on The Singles Collection | Specials.com

Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat it in the taxi queue
Stand in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning


 
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