"Wasteland" as written by and Paul John Weller....
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that were out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance,
What have you done for me.

You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
No you want me to help you out.

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come, war games.

I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.

Think of honor, queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British empire,
Gods on our side and so is Washington.

Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside, I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.

We ruled the world, we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot, but we don't feel bad.

It was done beneath the flag of democracy,
You'll believe and I do, yes I do, yes I do,
Yes I do

These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them well what's the point,
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
Then they send you home in a pine overcoat

With a letter to your mum
Saying find enclosed one son, one medal and a note,
To say he won.


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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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