***In Search Of The
Great Working-Class Love Song
Yes, I know, just when you thought
it was safe to, discretely, peruse this page without having to be bombarded by
some outlandish commentary from a fellow classmate here he is again asking
those infernal, eternal questions.
Today's subject is prompted by a
question that I have been asked about before - what music were you listening to
back in the day? Well, for me at least that subject is exhausted. I no longer
want to hear about how you fainted over Teen
Angel, Johnny Angel, or Earth Angel.
Moreover, enough of You're Gonna Be
Sorry, I'm Sorry, and Who's Sorry Now.
And no more of Tell Laura I Love Her, Oh
Donna, and I Had A Girl Her Name Was
Joanne, or whatever woman's name comes to mind. It is time, boys and girls,
to move on to other musical influences from our more mature years.
But why, as the headline suggests,
the search for the great working- class love song? Well, hello! Our old town
was (and is, as far as I can tell from a very recent trip to the old place) a
quintessential working class town (especially before the deindustrialization of
America). At least the great majority of us came from working class or working
poor homes. Most songs, especially popular songs, reflect a kind of "one
size fits all" lyric that could apply to anyone. What I am looking for is
songs that in some way reflect that working class ethos that is still in our
bones, whether we recognize it or not.
Needless to say, since I have posed
the question, I have my choice already prepared. As will become obvious, once
you read the lyrics, this song reflects my take on the male angst in the age
old love problem. However, any woman classmate is more than free to choose
songs that reflect her female angst angle (ouch, for that awkward formulation)
on the class hit parade.
1952 Vincent Black Lightning-Richard
Thompson
This song is on "YouTube"
performed by Thompson, although a stronger version is done on a cover by folk
singer Greg Brown.
Said Red Molly to James that's a
fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any
such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my
hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and
cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my
favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
Said James to Red Molly, here's a
ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a
dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was
seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my
Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the
love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to
ride
Come down, come down, Red Molly,
called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie
for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left
nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his
dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there
wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was
running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to
ride
Says James, in my opinion, there's
nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed
girl
Now Nortons and Indians and
Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a
Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he
slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for
these
I see angels on Ariels in leather
and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry
me home
And he gave her one last kiss and
died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride
Come on now, after reading these
lyrics is any mere verbal profession of undying love, any taking somebody on a
ride to some two-bit carnival (I am thinking of Bruce Springsteen's Jersey Girl here) , some buying of a
gold ring or some chintzy flowers going to mean anything? Hell, the guy is
giving her HIS bike, his bike, man. Case closed.
Added note:
I KNOW of at least one female, not on this class list, who might relate to this
song. I also know at least one male, also on not this list, who snuck out the
back door of NQHS with another classmate to ride his bike during school hours
back in the day. So don't think I have forgotten my medication, or something.
And I repeat, the guy in the song gave her HIS bike, man. That is love, no
question.
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