I've always thought it was about being in a nightclub. Where women parade themselves as if on a fashion catwalk. It's interesting that the next line about a voice so cold matches the weapon in her palm. It suggests women can be just as dangerous as men if not shown the correct respect.
You could be correct though Wolt's explanation about factories ties in to the opening line about human factory farms.
And is it definitely "her palm?" I always thought was "the palm" and a certain Marky Dread did at one point too...
I've always thought it was about being in a nightclub. Where women parade themselves as if on a fashion catwalk. It's interesting that the next line about a voice so cold matches the weapon in her palm. It suggests women can be just as dangerous as men if not shown the correct respect.
You could be correct though Wolt's explanation about factories ties in to the opening line about human factory farms.
I've always thought it was about being in a nightclub. Where women parade themselves as if on a fashion catwalk. It's interesting that the next line about a voice so cold matches the weapon in her palm. It suggests women can be just as dangerous as men if not shown the correct respect.
You could be correct though Wolt's explanation about factories ties in to the opening line about human factory farms.
I agree it does but isn't a nightclub some kind of human factory farm. With everybody parading around like peacocks and representing their tribes as if on some kind of conveyor belt. Regards the "catwalk jungle" I would say that Joe is using both these images as a contrast, the bleak factories that Wolt mentions contrasted with the bright disco lights of the nightclub.
Remember this is Thatcher's 80's Joe is singing about where the yuppies are moving in and everything is false monopoly money. Thatcher has convinced the working class they can be better off than what they are by having an "I'm alright Jack" attitude. She starts selling off (OUR) council houses cheaply which in turn become private homes. But the reality is there's still not enough housing for everyone and with those council properties becoming private there are even less and the local councils can not build new home as cheaply as she is selling off the existing ones. For the people in the real world it's back to the daily grind of factory life and the only release is the weekend and that shitty nightclub on the other side of town.
I wonder whose idea it was to include the sample of the Anfield faithful singing "walk on, walk on". Again football being another release for the working class which by the 80's we were slowly getting priced out of.
Anyway Joe was the master of juxtaposition in his lyrics, just look at Straight to Hell.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.
I've always thought it was about being in a nightclub. Where women parade themselves as if on a fashion catwalk. It's interesting that the next line about a voice so cold matches the weapon in her palm. It suggests women can be just as dangerous as men if not shown the correct respect.
You could be correct though Wolt's explanation about factories ties in to the opening line about human factory farms.
And is it definitely "her palm?" I always thought was "the palm" and a certain Marky Dread did at one point too...
I wish you would stop posting as me it becomes terribly confusing at times.
I listened to that line over and over at the time. I think with Joe's diction it's difficult to decipher but it's most likely "Weapon in a palm". So it could be anyone.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.
I've always thought it was about being in a nightclub. Where women parade themselves as if on a fashion catwalk. It's interesting that the next line about a voice so cold matches the weapon in her palm. It suggests women can be just as dangerous as men if not shown the correct respect.
You could be correct though Wolt's explanation about factories ties in to the opening line about human factory farms.
And is it definitely "her palm?" I always thought was "the palm" and a certain Marky Dread did at one point too...
This Facebook "PLEASE USE FACEBOOK AGAIN" video started autoplaying when I logged in and, well...
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LOL I'm glad a photo I took when traveling across the world of a shitty album got revived like ten years later.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
I listened to Do It Now on the drive in today and god that song sucks. Why is the bass drum the loudest thing in the mix? And random crash cymbal hits have a phaser effect??? As god awful as the drum machine is on the album proper, what they did to Pete's drums on the b-sides managed to make it almost as bad.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
We all know Joe is supposedly a Chelsea fan. Was he secretly a Gooner.
I hope not. I could never trust someone who changes their football allegiance as an adult. Are you listening Jake Burns?
I've two friends I've known over the last 40 years and they have changed their allegiance many fucking times. John changed from Ipswich to Blackburn to Chelsea and Mick from Aston Villa to Man City. They are brothers and if their current teams beat Man Utd they are full of themselves. Of course I always come back with "can you remember who you are supporting this week you tossers!"
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.