Séamus Gallagher

One of the best pop songs ever? One of the best pop songs ever.

“If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman

In a perfect world we’d all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room

So join the struggle while you may
The revolution is just a tee shirt away
Waiting for the great leap forwards”

ONE OF MY HEROES RIGHT HERE.

It might just be some weird obsession that I’m going through right now, but Serge Gainsbourg is quite possibly one of my favourite musicians. Histoire de Melody Nelson is one of the best albums of the ’70s. Although some of the lyrics do go beyond my very basic understanding of French, this whole album is just so well orchestrated that it doesn’t really matter. This song might not be the best representation of the album, but just listen to the guitar, bass and drums! And, if you can, ignore the out of place laughing (squealing?). Also, the way that Serge Gainsbourg’s voice kind of crackles when he sings/talks is great.

If you ever get a chance to listen to this album, please do. It’s incredible.

“Anthony walked to his death
Because he thought he’d never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse
What could he do?
He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that funny day
And if there is something else beyond, he isn’t scared because
It’s bound to be less boring than today
It’s bound to be less boring than tomorrow

Hilary walked to her death
Because she couldn’t think of anything to say
Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway
Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep
She was into S&M and bible studies
Not everyone’s cup of tea, she would admit to me
Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one
Her cup of tea, she would admit to me
Oh, but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one

Hilary went to the Catholic Church
Because she wanted information
The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation
Saint Theresa’s calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely
But it doesn’t interest, the only things she wants to know is
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He’ll try in vain to take away
The pain of being a hopeless unbeliever

When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusion
So she got a special deal on renting
From the man at Rediffusion
“Look at me! I’m on TV!
It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor
Now I’m in a million pieces, picked up for deliberation
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly”

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
Chances are you’ll probably feel better
If you stayed and played with yourself”

THIS SONG. The first time I heard it was in a car when I was twelve. My sister put it on, and I remember being so confused, thinking that the children’s playful shouts at the beginning were coming from outside.

“God, how can I still hear those kids? I thought we passed them like thirty seconds ago!”
“Séamus, it’s from the song”

The idea of sampling something like that was beyond me at the time. (This version doesn’t have the sampling, though, because the original was too large of a file for tumblr)
Anyways, this is one of the first albums that I bought, and it will always be one of my favourites.