Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #6

In honour of St. David’s Day today, my weekly mix will be strictly Welsh. Those who know me know that I have a fairly bizarre obsession with Wales – I’m not remotely Welsh in origin. I explained my affinity for the Welsh in a blog I wrote last year:

Yes, my favourite band is the Manic Street Preachers, who are Welsh and sing about many a thing Welsh, and perhaps they were the ones to raise my awareness of Welsh politics, history and culture, but they raised my awareness of many other more general things. There was no need for me to read three books on Welsh history because I like the Manics, but I did.

But what I found was a nation struggling with its own sense of nationalism and identity as it was relegated to the outskirts of British, and to some extent international, consciousness. You tell people you’re going to Wales and they often look a bit confused, but if you say England, Scotland or Ireland, they will nod approvingly and their eyes light up with recognition. There are generally no travel books devoted to Wales (Ireland and Scotland often get their own or at the very least are paired up in their own book) and several broader guides refer to Wales as England’s unloved backyard. It’s a shame because the Welsh landscape is probably the most spectacular in the British Isles and its history is incredibly interesting; however, their preoccupation with the past is probably regarded by some Welsh as nostalgia gone wild and an unhealthy impulse. And there again, is further evidence of a national identity crisis, but one that almost seems a bit atypical (when have Canadians wondered if perhaps dwelling on their history was a bad idea or counterproductive?).

There hasn’t been much of a rebellion in Wales since the days of Owain Glwndwr unless you count various revolutionary-type acts like the Rebecca Rioters and the miners’ strikes, but these acts in themselves just seem so noble and anti-establishment that I can’t help but love them (not to mention the idea of men riding around in dresses destroying things is the perfect type of subversion for me). The working class socialist mentality that has formed a large part of the Welsh identity strikes a chord with me. I want to fight the Man, but never quite succeed. But, hey, that’s when you produce your best art, right?

And so Wales remains in a bit of a tough spot. Unlike Ireland, Wales hasn’t really resorted to extreme violence in order to break free, and I don’t think they really should – it somehow doesn’t fit with their character. Despite Plaid Cymru and the Free Wales Army (sadly the object of some ridicule), Wales just doesn’t seem to have that much of a strong push on a difficult path to national realization. They have a national assembly now (a relatively recent occurrence), but it is essentially governed by Downing Street. They have tried to get Welsh back in schools to keep it alive, and I hope that their efforts aren’t in vain. I would like Wales to find its way in spite of anglicization and its further exploitation at the hands of the English (first rape their land, then retire there). But the cynic in me also thinks there’s just been too much bleeding and blending over Offa’s Dyke to force a real separation. Then again, maybe the road to national identity doesn’t need an official separation. Maybe in some way, I identify with being an underdog or an outsider and with a bit of the bitterness of being an unacknowledged appendage attached to a cocky empire (it frightens me to think we could someday become an American colony).

One observation I didn’t make at the time was the Welsh connection to music, and it’s a strong one. From their history of the pipe and the harp right through to some of the most renowned male choirs in the world, Wales is a poetic, lyrical nation of music. Granted, Wales is often known around the world for producing singers like Shirley Bassey, Tom Jones, and Bonnie Tyler, and the viola-playing Welshman, John Cale of The Velvet Underground fame, but when you look a little deeper, you’ll find the likes of the twee, Peels-approved Melys; the psychedelic Super Furry Animals; the gentle, quirky folk of Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci; the sweet C86 goodness of The Darling Buds; the political scattershot of Mclusky; the distinctive childish rasp of Cerys Matthews; and of course, the always meaningful rock of the Manics. The Welsh music scene continues to grow with singers from some of the older guard either doing solo projects or going solo (Euros Childs, Gruff Rhys, Cerys Matthews, James Dean Bradfield, Nicky Wire) or new bands rising from the ashes of older ones (Future of the Left is the phoenix of Mclusky and Jarcrew) to brand new bands like The Donde Stars (melancholy, anthemic melodies), The Victorian English Gentlemens Club (crazy, jerky art rock), Cymbient (reminiscent of Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci and Super Furry Animals at their most laidback), People in Planes (passionate indie rock), The Shoplifters (politically-motivated with alternating jangly and heavy guitars), and Los Campesinos! (a band which I initially avoided on account of them being hyped by NME, but which ended up being a bit like a young, Welsh Broken Social Scene, thus surprisingly good). In addition to songs from all of these new bands, I’ve also included a song by Donde Stars member, Matthew Harris, who sounds like a Ryan Adams from Pontypool.

Missing from this mix are bands I don’t like or am relatively indifferent to, such as Lostprophets, Funeral for a Friend, Feeder, and the exceptionally terrible The Automatic (every country has its unfortunate music). I also haven’t included anything from new retro-Amy-Winehouse-like singer Duffy because I frankly don’t know how I feel about her yet. However, as maligned as they are and as bland as they often are, I’ve included a track from Stereophonics (it’s from their first album, which is the only one I’ve listened to more than once or twice) – judge as you will. I’ve included songs in the Welsh language where I could (I reckon it’s weird enough that I have several Welsh language songs to choose from) – I think it’s a beautiful, strange language, and those who ridicule it deserve to be called a racist by James Dean Bradfield on national television (a particularly amusing interview from about ten years ago, which ended in complete awkward discomfort for the television presenter). This mix is entitled I Love Cymru. And anyone who uses the words “sheepshagger” or “boyo” will have his/her heart taken out with a lovespoon. By a former miner.

Delilah – Tom Jones

Ni Yw Y Byd – Gruff Rhys

December Song – Cymbient

Gewn Ny Gorffen? – Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci

The Sound of America – Matthew Harris

Hi Mewn Socasu – Euros Childs

Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised – Catatonia

Difywyd – Melys

You Can Keep the Kids – The Donde Stars

The Other Night – The Darling Buds

We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives! – Los Campesinos!

The Ballad of Tom Jones – Space and Cerys Matthews

Paris 1919 – John Cale

Gettin’, Havin’ and Holdin’ – Scritti Politti

A Thousand Trees – Stereophonics

Lazer Beam – Super Furry Animals

Pretty Buildings – People in Planes

Rusty James (Live) – The Shoplifters

Die in the Summertime – Manic Street Preachers

Forget Him, I’m Mint – Mclusky

Suddenly It’s a Folk Song – Future of the Left

Ban the Gin – The Victorian English Gentlemens Club

Derek Jarman’s Garden – Nicky Wire

Weekly Mix #6 (Megaupload)


1 Response to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #6”

  1. 1 Darren
    March 13, 2008 at 12:00 pm

    Bloody hell, I haven’t heard that Space/Cerys Matthews song in years?

    Nice choice of songs, btw.

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The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave


So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

The Smiths Queen is Dead

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

The Clash London Calling

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun


Charles Windsor, who's at the door

At such an hour, who's at the door

In the back of an old green Cortina

You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes

The kind you hoped were dead

They've come to chop, to chop off your head


Then you came with your breezeblocks

Smashing up my face like a bus-stop

You think you're giving

But you're taking my life away


Won't someone give me more fun?

(and the skin flies all around us)

We kiss in his room to a popular tune

Oh, real drowners


Don't walk away

In silence

See the danger

Always danger

Endless talking

Life rebuilding

Don't walk away

Walk in silence

Don't turn away in silence

Your confusion

My illusion

Worn like a mask of self-hate

Confronts and then dies

Don't walk away


You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Oh there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter don't we

The Associates Affectionate

I don't know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender


I wake at dusk to go alone without a light

To the unknown

I want this night inside of me

I want to feel

I want this speeding

I want that speeding


You'll never live like common people

You'll never do what common people do

You'll never fail like common people

You'll never watch your life slide out of view

And dance and drink and screw

Because there's nothing else to do

Vanilla Swingers

All I have is words, words that don't obtain

And I feel I'm a stain on your horizon

So I stay away - it's easier that way

And there won't be no-one I need to rely on

Is it him, is it me

Or is there something only I can see

How did I get here, why do we blow around like straw dogs on the breeze

I'm a special one, what they used to say

But I've to stay on, finish levels-A

You don't need exams when you've read John Gray

The Indelicates American Demo

And nobody ever comes alive

And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies

And boys who should know better grin and get high

With fat men who once met the MC5

And no one discusses what they don't understand

And no one does anything to harm the brand

And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard

Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

And we looked so good

And we lived our lives in black


Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe,

Take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side


Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard:

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come - nuclear bomb


Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything

Wire Pink Flag

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape


Well, maybe there's a god above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning


My body is your body

I won't tell anybody

If you want to use my body

Go for it


Oh it's opening time

Down on Fascination Street

So let's cut the conversation

And get out for a bit

Because I feel it all fading and paling

And I'm begging

To drag you down with me

Mansun Six

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity

Did you see the way I cowered to authority

You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway

It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Japan Gentlemen

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love


We just want to emote til we're dead

I know we suffer for fashion

Or whatever

We don't want these days to ever end

We just want to emasculate them forever

Forever, forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat

It's not supposed to happen like that

Longpigs The Sun

There's no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else

In bed

Calvin Harris I Created Disco

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's


Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

We're a couple, when our bodies double

Simple Minds Sons and Fascination

Summer rains are here

Savaged beauty life

Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

Cruising land to land

No faith no creed no soul

Half a world away

Beauty sleeps in time

Sound and fury play

Bloc Party Silent Alarm

North to south


Running on


As if to say, as if to say

He doesn't like chocolate

He's born a liar, he'll die a liar

Some things will never be different


LCD Soundsystem

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

I've waited 7 years and 15 days

There's every kid for miles at my house, my house

And the neighbors can't...call the police

There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house

Because the jocks can't...get in the door

Johnny Boy

I just can't help believing

Though believing sees me cursed

Stars Set Yourself

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say "I love you"

Josef K Entomology

It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry

When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Cocteau Twins Bluebell


Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

New Order Power Corruption

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are


You must let her go

She's not crying



Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times



Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone


Girls in the back

Girls in the back

Puressence Don't Forget

They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah

I say come back to earth and start getting real

I know I can't


So I walk right up to you

And you walk all over me

And I ask you what you want

And you tell me what you need


The problem of leisure

What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

A market of the senses

Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest


Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again

Going round in a circle I can't get out

Then I look around thinking day and night and day

Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

Psychdedelic Furs

India, India

You're my love song

India, you're my love song

In the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone

And live our useless lives

Ladytron Light Magic

They only want you when you're seventeen

When you're twenty-one

You're no fun

They take a polaroid and let you go

Say they'll let you know


No consolation prizes

Spit out your lies and chewing gum

Cut off your hair yeah that's it!

If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more


All the neighbors are startin' up a fire

Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids


Prince charming

Prince charming

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome


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