Sunday, April 05, 2009
Coming back from the supermarket, late Sunday afternoon. Pleasantly hungover after a night out at premier subterranean bohemian hang out Shunt at London Bridge for the girl's birthday. Ipod on shuffle, and Pulp's 'Mis-Shapes' pops up, sounding wonderfully fresh. I've got a feeling, looking back, that it was the first CD single I ever bought (before that it was all cassette tapes around here, lad.) And I recall scrutinising the lyrics on the sleeve in the way that only 15 year olds have the time and will to do. And I thought, maybe one day, it'll be true...
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it
Oh cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.
Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah:
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
And 14 years on, I think it is true. I've left those who I felt suffocated by as a teenager far behind, and I'm doing things my way, with friends who've done the same thing: the geeks who inherited the earth. And it's really cool. And that Jarvis can't half write a cracking song.
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