This song starts off being about Newport, but after one verse about its geographical and spiritual location and another about the Chartist uprising, it comes to the realisation that Newport is far too boring a place to sing about and resorts to a Wildean stance of lying in the gutter but looking at the stars.
(Which is a lovely thought, but would be lovelier if it wasn't always fucking raining.)
This song starts off being about Newport, but after one verse about its geographical and spiritual location and another about the Chartist uprising, it comes to the realisation that Newport is far too boring a place to sing about and resorts to a Wildean stance of lying in the gutter but looking at the stars.
(Which is a lovely thought, but would be lovelier if it wasn't always fucking raining.)