Music from your country

it's not about the violence
it's not about the drugs
it's just about
about the love
love for the music
love for the bass
there's no need for all this
badness in the place...

 

A nice traditional Swedish song:

 

https://www.prsformusic.com

 

Brixton, in Lambeth... The town over from Croydon along the A23 before Westminster
Brixton, my neck of the woods...

They started their own local currency;

put David Bowie on the B£10 note because he was born in Brixton.

This is Brixton;


Home of The Clash
I once saw this nice guitar, a Travis Bean;
Caught my attention in Soho.

... It's no longer there, I asked how much it was, and he said £8, 000.00 I was like
'Figures' (Because it's a Travis Bean)...
I'm going to paraphrase what he said next as, I don't know The Clash well enough to know the members names..;
'It belonged to the guitarist (or Bassist) from The Clash' I forget who he said he was in The Clash, but that Travis Bean was his and that added to the price.
It's a nice guitar, and I'm glad I got see it for as long as I did for it being a Travis Bean (that's what that guitar is called, it's a Travis Bean) caught my eye right away in the their display.

I digress, Brixton..

This was shot in Brixton, so, whatever; Look at my country.

 

Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Flushed enraptured streaming-wet
In the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him in the rain
Streaming-wet enraptured flushed
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What shitstupidity the war
Now what's become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.

 

Traditional Swedish song!

 

When Desmond Dekker got famous, he moved to Thornton Heath and lived 10 minutes away from me in Thornton Heath Pond; and some local musicians (older than myself) knew him personally and he was quite local in Thornton Heath.

 

This guy came from Gypsy Hill, used to see him shopping around Sainsbury's as well as the actor who played Claudius from I, Claudius..

I once heard this song in a shop in America...

 

Spoiler

I don't own silver and I don't own gold
Nothing you can have
What I own is right infront of your eyes
My hands are empty, but my heart is full
Of something you can't see
So I have something worth even more

If you lose your hope and fall down
You can stay right here with me
Like a rock to lean on in the storm
I'll never leave you

I'll follow you through fire and water
Over land and sea
I'll love you til my hear stops
From the tallest mountain and deepest valley, I will walk
Through time and space, to you I give all my days

And when the winds are blowing
I will dance with you
If the sun is burning I will cool you down

If you lose your hope and fall down
You can stay right here with me
Like a rock to lean on in the storm
I'll never leave you

I'll follow you through fire and water
Over land and sea
I'll love you til my hear stops
From the tallest mountain and deepest valley, I will walk
Through time and space, to you I give all my days

 

It's difficult to define the musical genre of this group They themselves call it "a heavy psychedelic twist". Attributes correspond to Soviet official stylistics, sounding to the Soviet musical groups of the 1970s. In the people, the work of this group was jokingly called "party rock". In the sense of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union

The text of this song is primitive. Multiple republishing of the phrase "I told you so! And you did not listen to me. And it happened, as I told you"

 

I'm still immensely proud of these guys coming from Soho.

This song was recorded on Dean St. I'm on Greek St.

 

This...

My father once told me when I was listening to this
'I was mates with her Dad!'..

So me and this woman here can say our fathers knew each other; This song came out in the 1960s, I was born in 1986.

 

This is my Great Aunt who died in America way before I was born.

She and Noel Coward used to visit my father and his family in WWII London (his mother/my grandmother was her niece).

 

A shout out to these as well.