Our Culture, in Our Music, in Their World

After recently listening to my music collection I happened upon the fact that our culture –insofar as it is explicated in music – is not so suppressed. I therefore offer the following as examples of how elements of our culture can pierce the hegemonic (excuse the pun) status quo of the Chosen controlling and seeking to do us down.

In this era of understandable pessimism and defeatism – where nothing seems to be going our way and the spectre of abandonment dawns upon us – it is refreshing to acknowledge that in relation to music all is not lost.

Let me be clear: these of course are not nationalistic bands –but each of them does (inadvertently?) offer a semblance of our Cause and an opportunity for us to reflect on the fact that we as a people are not lost and that our culture can still pervade.

The following bands to me offer an element, a suggestion, of the heroic, the glorious, the sublime, and primordial. This is in part a success. That is to say, these bands have been adopted by record labels that are not niche or obscure (which our musical culture so often falls into the realms of). There are, of course, many bands out there forcefully advancing our culture, our purpose, our Cause. But sadly they are on the margins –and so I look to those with an element of same who are in the mainstream.

I’ve taken the opportunity to highlight (and pass comment) on some tracks (which I’ll leave you to interpret in your own way). Enjoy.

British Sea Power:

‘Remember Me’ by British Sea Power:

Do you worry about your health?
Do you watch it slowly change?
And when you listen to yourself,
Does it feel like somebody else?
And did you notice when you began to disappear?
Was it slowly at first?
Until there’s nobody really there
Increment by increment
Increment by increment
Increment by increment
Oh remember me
Yeah remember me
Oh remember me
Yeah remember me
Oh remember me
Will you remember me?
Did half of you pass away
What about the other half
Yeah what about the other half –
Whatever!
We’re all part of the same old bloody regime
With someone taking it out whilst you were putting it in
Increment by increment
Increment by increment
Oh let me be your instrument
Oh remember me
Yeah remember me
Oh remember me
Yeah remember me
Oh remember me
Will you remember me?
Oh remember me
Yeah remember me
Oh remember me
And from the here and now to eternity
Will you remember me?

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Jethro Tull:

‘Songs from the Wood’ by Jethro Tull:

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it’ll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover’s lane.
Life’s long celebration’s here.
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

‘Moths’ by Jethro Tull:

The leaded window opened
to move the dancing candle flame
And the first Moths of summer
suicidal came.
And a new breeze chattered
in its May-bud tenderness —
Sending water-lillies sailing
as she turned to get undressed.
And the long night awakened
and we soared on powdered wings —
Circling our tomorrows
in the wary month of Spring.
Chasing shadows slipping
in a magic lantern slide —
Creatures of the candle
on a night-light-ride.
Dipping and weaving — flutter
through the golden needle’s eye
in our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking
on a Spring-tide high.
Life’s too long (as the Lemming said)
as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.
And we’ll all burn together as the wick grows higher —
before the candle’s dead
The leaded window opened
to move the dancing candle flame.
And the first moths of summer
suicidal came
to join in the worship
of the light that never dies
in a moment’s reflection
of two moths spinning in her eyes.

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Kraftwerk:

‘Europe Endless’ by Kraftwerk:

Europe endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Promenades and avenues
Europe endless
Real life and postcard views
Europe endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless.

Man machine, super human being [Übermensch]

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A Pict Song:

I don’t know much about this outfit other than they here have sung Rudyard Kipling’s A Pict Song. I include this track because it is in the mainstream (sung by Billy Bragg).

‘A Pict Song’ by Rudyard Kipling:

Rome never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on–that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.

We are the Little Folk–we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!

Mistletoe　killing　 an　 oak–
Rats gnawing cables in two–
Moths making holes in a cloak–
How they must love what they do!
Yes–and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they–
Working our works out of view–
Watch, and you’ll see it some day!

No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we’ll guide them along
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you–you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!

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The Kinks:

The profound social commentary of The Kinks is in text a joy in itself:

‘Brainwashed’ by The Kinks:

You look like a real human being
But you don’t have a mind of your own
Yeah, you can talk, you can breathe
You can work, you can stitch, you can sew
But you’re brainwashed
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
You’ve got a job and a house
And a wife, and your kids and a car
Yeah, you’re conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And be happy to be where you are
Yes you are
Get down on your knees
Get down on your knees

The aristocrats and bureaucrats
Are dirty rats
For making you what you are
They’re up there and you’re down here
You’re on the ground and they’re up with the stars
All your life they’ve kicked you around and pushed you around
Till you can’t take any more
To them you’re just a speck of dirt
But you don’t want to get up off the floor
Mister you’re just brainwashed
They give you social security
Tax saving benefits that grow at maturity
Yeah, you’re conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And to do what they want you to
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees

‘Village Green Preservation Society’ by The Kinks:

We are the Village Green Preservation Society.
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety.
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society.
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties.

Preserving the old ways from being abused.
Protecting the new ways, for me and for you.
What more can we do?

We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society.
God save Mrs. Mopp and good old Mother Riley.
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium.
God save the George Cross, and all those who were awarded them.

Oooh…

We are the Sherlock Holmes English-speaking Vernacular.
God save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and Dracula.
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity.
God save little shops, china cups, and virginity.
We are the Skyscraper Condemnation Affiliates.
God save Tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards.

Preserving the old ways from being abused.
Protecting the new ways, for me and for you.
What more can we do?

We are the Village Green Preservation Society.
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety.
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society.
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties.

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Joy Division:

The metaphysical Joy Division (who many misconstrue as macabre, or more fatuously ‘depressing’) portraying the Tragic element inherent in the culture of the Occident.

‘Atmosphere’ by Joy Division:

Walk in silence,
Don’t walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Don’t walk away.

Walk in silence,
Don’t turn away, in silence.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don’t walk away.

People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Don’t walk away, in silence,
Don’t walk away.

‘Passover’ by Joy Division:

This is a crisis I knew had to come,
Destroying the balance I’d kept.
Doubting, unsettling and turning around,
Wondering what will come next.
Is this the role that you wanted to live?
I was foolish to ask for so much.
Without the protection and infancy’s guard,
It all falls apart at first touch.

Watching the reel as it comes to a close,
Brutally taking it’s time,
People who change for no reason at all,
It’s happening all of the time.
Can I go on with this train of events?
Disturbing and purging my mind,
Back out of my duties, when all’s said and done,
I know that I’ll lose every time.

Moving along in our God given ways,
Safety is sat by the fire,
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles,
Left with a mark on the door,
Is this the gift that I wanted to give?
Forgive and forget what they teach,
Or pass through the deserts and wastelands once more,
And watch as they drop by the beach.

This is the crisis I knew had to come,
Destroying the balance I’d kept,
Turning around to the next set of lives,
Wondering what will come next.

There are many other popular bands espousing more or less the same European cultural narrative (Enya; Mumford and Sons, for instance) but here I can only highlight so much. Please feel free to add your bands of a similar ilk and hopefully from which we can all take pride in the fact that elements of our culture obviously live on aside in these not-so-apparent forms –regardless of the malevolent attack upon it.

By R. Lee © 2014

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