A Sense of Doubt blog post #3835 - "Over the Border" by Saint Etienne - SoD Reprint of #2638 from 2022 - Music Monday for 2508.18
As announced, second reprint in a row. Something new tomorrow.
Anti-climactic post for day #3700, but I cannot do something special for each new 100 days.
With the new Saint Etienne album due soon, one of my favorite Saint Etienne songs.
Thanks for tuning in.
The link to the original post that I am reprinting below:
Monday, May 9, 2022
A Sense of Doubt blog post #2638 - "Over the Border" by Saint Etienne - THAT ONE THING for Monday May Ninth 2022
I love this song.
I am very much aligned with what Sarah sings about in this song.
Also, this is a great album. I hesitate to claim that this would be Saint Etienne's best album, but the song is very strong.
From the album Words and Music by Saint Etienne.
Saint Etienne - "Over the Border"
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From the album Words and Music by Saint Etienne.
Saint Etienne - "Over the Border"
Lyrics
When I was 10 I wanted to explore the World
There were these older kids at school who'd gone all the way to Somerset
Just to see Peter Gabriel's house, Peter Gabriel from Genesis
They way they'd dressed, the way their hair fell over their coat collars
It all happened because of music, I wanted to know why
I couldn't go to Somerset on my own, so I used Top of the pops as my World
Atlas
In 1974, I bought my first single, from Woollies in Redhill
I started to memorise the charts, to memorise the leagues
Tuesday lunchtime at 12: 45, Saturday afternoon at five o'clock
I didn't go to church, I didn't need to
Green and yellow harvests, pink pies, silver bells and the strange and
Important sound of the synthesiser.
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Kevin drove us to parties in his Morris Minor
And there were boys, and there was booze, and mock Tudor semis
And first kisses, and terrible chat up lines
There were these older kids at school who'd gone all the way to Somerset
Just to see Peter Gabriel's house, Peter Gabriel from Genesis
They way they'd dressed, the way their hair fell over their coat collars
It all happened because of music, I wanted to know why
I couldn't go to Somerset on my own, so I used Top of the pops as my World
Atlas
In 1974, I bought my first single, from Woollies in Redhill
I started to memorise the charts, to memorise the leagues
Tuesday lunchtime at 12: 45, Saturday afternoon at five o'clock
I didn't go to church, I didn't need to
Green and yellow harvests, pink pies, silver bells and the strange and
Important sound of the synthesiser.
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Kevin drove us to parties in his Morris Minor
And there were boys, and there was booze, and mock Tudor semis
And first kisses, and terrible chat up lines
I was in love, and I knew he loved me because he made me a tape
I played it in my bedroom, I lived in my bedroom, all of us did
Reading Smash Hits and Record Mirror, Paul Morley and the NME,
Dave McCulloch and Sounds, Modern Eon and Modern English
Mute, Why, Zoo, Factory
Cutting them up, sucking them in, managing the story on our own
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
I had my mocks a month later
But I just wanted to listen to Dexys, New Order, anything on postcard
A few weeks and I'd be free
A few weeks and music wouldn't have to be so private, it would be there for
Me
It would be there for me, and when I was married, and when I had kids
Would Marc Bolan still be so important
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
I played it in my bedroom, I lived in my bedroom, all of us did
Reading Smash Hits and Record Mirror, Paul Morley and the NME,
Dave McCulloch and Sounds, Modern Eon and Modern English
Mute, Why, Zoo, Factory
Cutting them up, sucking them in, managing the story on our own
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
I had my mocks a month later
But I just wanted to listen to Dexys, New Order, anything on postcard
A few weeks and I'd be free
A few weeks and music wouldn't have to be so private, it would be there for
Me
It would be there for me, and when I was married, and when I had kids
Would Marc Bolan still be so important
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way
Every single day, love is here to stay
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sarah Cracknell / Bob Stanley / Peter Wiggs
Over the Border lyrics © Kobalt Music Services Ltd Kms
Blog Vacation Two 2022 - Vacation II Post #74
I took a "Blog Vacation" in 2021 from August 31st to October 14th. I did not stop posting daily; I just put the blog in a low power rotation and mostly kept it off social media. Like that vacation, for this second blog vacation now in 2022, I am alternating between reprints, shares with little to no commentary, and THAT ONE THING, which is an image from the folder with a few thoughts scribbled along with it. I am alternating these three modes as long as the vacation lasts (not sure how long), pre-publishing the posts, and not always pushing them to social media.
Here's the collected Blog Vacation I from 2021:
Saturday, October 16, 2021
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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2508.18 - 10:10
- Days ago: MOM = 3700 days ago & DAD = 354 days ago
- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
