He Takes Herbal Baths

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: FLOOR/HOUSE/ROOF/WALLS

I checked my SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY post last night and I was very surprised at my original choice. Because Jim lets us know the theme’s in advance I sometimes schedule them to be published an entire month in advance. And I must admit, I was wondering what on earth I was thinking. I obviously was not myself when I chose that song. I might publish that other post later tonight. Let’s see if anyone else picks that other song.

So I hastened to correct matters quickly. This is a song I have been hoping to feature in SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, and today’s theme allows me to do so.

I was thirteen the first time I saw Blur play live at the G-Mex in Manchester. I bunked off school that day because I had a detention which would have made me late for the concert. So instead I spent the whole day in Manchester with my school bag (uniform stuffed inside it). There is a long version of the story of what happened that day, but I wont bore you right now.

In 1995, there was a big battle of the bands between the band I featured in last week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, Oasis, and the band I am featuring today, Blur.

This is the song that won the Number One spot. I still say that is partly because they gave more attention to providing a great video to go along with the track. But it stands on it’s own legs. Blur were doing something very right back then. Their lyrics and music captured the spirit in Britpop. Lads and ladettes were out in track suits and flat trainers and everyone had a bit of an attitude, including finding amusement in the upper classes and the wealthy.

Anyway…I now present to you the iconic Blur anthem “Country House” – enjoy!!!

So the story begins

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself, “Oops, I’ve got a lot of money”
Caught in a rat race, terminally
I’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in it
I’m paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century’s anxiety
Yes, it preys on him, he’s getting thin
Try the simple life

He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country

He’s got morning glory and life’s a different story
Everything’s going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He’s reading Balzac and knocking back Prozac
It’s a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it’s a century’s remedy for the faint at heart
A new start
Try the simple life

He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country
In the country, in the country, in the country

Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why

Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country
Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country

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