Don’t ask me why I obsessively look to rock ’n’ roll bands for some kind of model for a better society. I guess it’s just that I glimpsed something beautiful in a flashbulb moment once, and perhaps mistaking it for prophecy have been seeking its fulfillment ever since.
- Lester Bangs
Behind that veneer of synthed out sounds, bad eye makeup, and worse hairstyles the New Wavers still had feelings. And from seminal New Wave outfit Soft Cell comes one of my favorite break up songs from the 80's. The wonderfully bitter 'Say Hello Wave Goodbye'...the song may be 20yrs old, but the sentiment behind it is timeless - love is hell.
Dusting off another one from the archives. This one is my all time favorite Soft Cell songs, and one of the best bitter break up songs ever recorded. This tune always reminds me of a girl I lived with many moons ago. She was a great person, but the kind of girl that had been planning her wedding since she could walk, and I felt like the whole situation was sort of happening under false pretenses...i will always think of that situation when I hear the lyrics
"I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me)"
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear
I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now your life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way
Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello goodbye Say hello wave goodbye
Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails
Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello goodbye Say hello wave goodbye
We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time, okay? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye
Say hello then wave goodbye (x3) Say hello wave goodbye Say hello then wave goodbye Say hello say goodbye Goodbye Say goodbye Say goodbye
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I guess you're old enough to know. Kids out on the east coast. Roughly twenty years old. Got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio. Of warm beer to the summer smoke. And the meat loaf to the billy joel. Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car. She looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars. She's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks. Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox. Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along. B-1 is for the good girls. It's only the good die young. C-9 is for the making eyes. It's paradise by the dashboard light. D4 is for the lovers. B12 is for the speeders. And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends. And they're playing it again. Ellen Foley gives us hope. Certain songs they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know. Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes. Screwing in the surf and going out to shows. They get high and ride around in gtos. I guess you're old enough to know. CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS. - The Hold Steady
