The Saturday Boy – Billy Bragg

The Bard of Barking has been on here before. I talked about his heartbreaking The Price I Pay back in May 2017. He’s not put anything new out since (well he might have done but If he did I hadn’t noticed) and yet, since then I’ve felt compelled to put forward another of his sad songs. This ones not quite as utterly bereft of potential for happiness as say Tank Park Salute or Brickbat.

This is The Saturday Boy, A song that does inspire something of a yearning. And yet it is shot through with self awareness and a humor at work which can only get you so dewy eyed before you smirk.

“I’ll never forget the first day I met her, that September morning was clear and fresh, the way she spoke and laughed at my jokes and the way she rubbed herself against the edge of my desk”

See, this ones about that sweet spot when you first catch feelings. Before you know what to do with them. It’s a time when the feels you feel loom like huge shadows across the sun. It’s about a time when the minor events that are unfolding in your school life feel as if they will hold a mark on you for the rest of your life.

“We dreamed of her and compared our dreams but that was all that I ever tasted, she lied to me with her body you see, I lied to myself ’bout the chances I’d wasted”

And here’s Billy confirming all of that. He fell in love. And she knew it. And she toyed with him. And he knew it. And here we are. All these years later. Saved by a trumpet solo before it all got too real to bear.

“But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh and she never came to the phone she was always in the bath”

Oh young love…


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