a song whose contemporary cousins include
"I swallow my dreams like my beer
Sunday dinner with the wife now
Cos nothing new happens here
This is my life!"
Hello darlin', I'm home again
Covered in shit and aches and pains
Too knackered to think so give me time to come round
Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound
My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder
And that Prince Philip tells us we gotta work harder!
It seems a constant struggle just to exist
Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists
From this window I've seen the whole world pass
From dawn to dusk I've heard the last laugh laughed
a song whose transatlantic cousins include
Your mindless devotion
To lack of emotion
Is no kind of religion for me
You won't get mugged
No cockroach bugs
It's really true
Everybody's like you...
Television living takes up all my time
Making the suburban dream
It's really nice
Now this one I find very inadvertently funny (and don't get me wrong, I love the Descendents, or at least I love this one album of theirs Milo Goes to College) because it starts with this sneer about suburban voidoids - "I want to be stereotyped / I want to be classified" - but what could be more stereotypically punk, more classifiable as a generic lyric subject and angle of attack, than this song?
Of course, I'm barely scratching the surface here in terms of anti-suburbia songs in punk / New Wave / hardcore / Mod (original and revival)
Thing is, what with being thoroughly ensconced in Pleasantville myself these days, I'm sorta wondering what exactly they've all got against suburbia? It's a little placid, I suppose, that's true...
But then I guess I'm very very far from adolescence - and quite content to be somewhere the action isn't....
(perhaps I'd have a different feelin about it if I was a commuter - but going to the office for me is walking about 40 feet from the bed to this desk..)
Bonus beat / postscript
And here's a Members song/promo I never saw before, actually about commuting - but commuting within the city - and about how living in the city can be just as dullsville and depressing as living in the suburbs.
RIP Nicky Tesco