"Wasteland" as written by and Paul John Weller....
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place
We'll sit amongst the rubber tires
Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac
People have no use for - amongst the smoldering embers of yesterday

And when or if the sun shines
Lighting our once beautiful features
We'll smile but only for seconds
For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life
A brave but useless show of compassion
And that is forbidden in this drab and colorless world

Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind
The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war
The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities
Councils call homes

And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen
The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs
The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles
We'll sit and probably hold hands

And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling
Like our lives - like our lives
Just like our lives

We'll talk about the old days
When the wasteland was release when we could play
And think - without feeling guilty
Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling
Like our lives - like our lives
Exactly like our lives


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"Wasteland" as written by Paul John Weller

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    General CommentOh boy, I never knew this site existed until last night when I was listening to The Jam Extras and wondered what the lyrics to Pity Poor Alfie were. So I surfed the net and found this little paradise where not only can I get the lyrics, but I can also interact with like minded Paul Weller fans.

    As for this song, well it's a classic. I used it as an example of a poem when I was at school.

    "We’ll smile but only for seconds
    For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life
    A brave but useless show of compassion
    And that is forbidden in this drab and colorless world"

    Pure poetry.
    jackd36on February 16, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti agree with jack.pop poetry at its extreme best,and hard to believe he was only 20 when he wrote this.
    endeavouron March 19, 2006   Link
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    General CommentReminds me of the area of Bradford where I grew up. I used to live in a terrace and just at the end of our road were a load of high-rises, or 'monolith monstrocities councils call homes' as Weller describes them.

    The song I think was part of Weller's original concept for the Setting Sons lp, this being two friends meeting after the war and reflecting on thier lives having fallen apart.
    SmithersJones87on October 12, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind
    The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war
    The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities
    Councils call homes"

    Pauls home on Stanly Road was one of the old ones left standing from the II World War. Between his home and his school, Sheerwater Comprehensive stood a huge council estate. Between them at this time a large amount of wasteland remained from wartime bombing raids.
    Mojo Workingon September 04, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt's a great track but I prefer the cover that Gene did.
    Sorry. Class words though.
    mozrozon August 07, 2008   Link

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