Song Of The Day : Heavyweight Champion of the World

I'm here, again. If I'm honest, the only reason I'm not posting more often is that people who have genuinely applied themselves through their twenties, and are now well read, articulate, brilliant writers, and may be reading this, god forbid!

Anyway, the journey of a thousand steps, and all that. Must plough on. Some of you who know me well will know that I love music. In these tough days, as I trudge into this call centre I work at, I use my ipod nano as a kind of comfort blanket, to protect me and shield me from the reality of where I am.

There are certain songs that I play to myself, and then, , in between or during calls, in the record player of my mind, I hear them again and again, stuck on repeat, as an act of silent rebellion against my circumstances. Speaking of this, I remember being in the HMV on the Manchester High Street a few years ago and hearing this, wondering who it was. The guy seemed to be talking about my life. Here are the lyrics. I strongly recommend you take a few moments, and listen to the tune, below, right through. And please do comment, here or on facebook, share this page with your friends, and retweet, etc.....

And now…

That shes older
In the embers of romance
Pay two mortgages and leccy bills
Been comfortable and that
Nobody told her
That she’d ever reach the stage
Where her husband bores or her
Or she lies about her age

He’s compromising
At least he’s got a job for life
Get born, get school, get job, get car
Pay tax and find a wife
And on that note
The end can’t come too soon
If you’re not living on the edge
You take up too much room

I could’ve been a contender
Could’ve been a someone
Caught up in the rat race
And feeling like a no-one
Appearing in the papers
With the money and the girls
I could’ve been The Heavyweight Champion of the World

At school he used to dream about
Being Bruce Lee
But the need for chops in the Manor top
Aint all that great you see
And so he gave up
On his black belt and first Dan
As near as he got to China
Was a week in Camber sands

I could’ve been a contender
Could’ve been a someone
Caught up in the rat race
And feeling like a no-one
Appearing in the papers
With the money and the girls
I could’ve been The Heavyweight Champion of the World

It might be boring so boring
It might put you to sleep
The same old routine repeats week after week
And you work harder, work harder
Cos you’re told that you must
And you must earn a living
And you must earn a crust

…like everybody else
Just be like everybody else
Just be like everybody else
Be like everybody else
Be like everybody else
Just be like everybody else
Just be like everybody else
Just be like everybody else

I could’ve been a contender
Could’ve been a someone
Caught up in the rat race
And feeling like a no-one
Appearing in the papers
With the money and the girls
I could’ve been The Heavyweight Champion of the World
I could’ve been a contender
Could’ve been a someone
Caught up in the rat race
And feeling like a no-one
Appearing in the papers
With the money and the girls