Saturday, June 14, 2008

Roddy Frame

My first exposure to British singer-songwriter Roddy Frame was when his "group" Aztec Camera (actually, he simply was/is Aztec Camera) was a minor MTV import darling oh so many years ago with "Deep and Wide and Tall." It's one of my favorite '80s oldies. I lost track of him for a while, then caught up again when he sang "Do I Love You" for the Cole Porter tribute album / AIDS fund-raiser Red, Hot & Blue CD, and I've been haphazardly following his career ever since. I've been in a Roddy mood lately, so here are a few clips to celebrate the man. The first, for "Deep and Wide and Tall," is audio only, followed by two proper videos and some written out lyrics. Those lyrics, for the song "Good Morning Britain," are very specific to names and protest politics in Great Britain but I think the sentiment of resistance and calling out bullshit is global. Enjoy, and I'll be posting some writing of my own real soon.

Lyrics to "Good Morning Britain"

Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
Hes killing more than Celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it wont give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feel.


From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
Its race and creed and color.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.

But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.


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