{"id":12441,"date":"2018-01-31T12:02:11","date_gmt":"2018-01-31T12:02:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/etims.net\/?p=12441"},"modified":"2018-01-31T12:02:49","modified_gmt":"2018-01-31T12:02:49","slug":"the-mark-e-smith-csc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/etims.net\/?p=12441","title":{"rendered":"The Mark E Smith CSC"},"content":{"rendered":"

Craig<\/strong> writes in with this fine contribution:<\/p>\n

Here’s my occasional (thankfully) contribution to the site, a tribute of sorts to the late Mark E.Smith. <\/span><\/p>\n

Smithy wrote Hey Student many moons ago, and a former band member (no.55)\u00a0gave me this exclusive peek into a\u00a0version the Mad Manc\u00a0wrote in response to the usual shenanigans over at some other team in Glasgow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve included the original lyrics too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Hey Student
\n<\/strong>The Fall<\/span><\/p>\n

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When I’m walking down Argyll Street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and tattoos on your feet.
\nAnd write your letters to the Evening Times
\nI clench my fist and sing this tune:
\nI said Hey sevconian, hey sevconian, hey sevconian,
\nYou’re gonna get it through the heid,
\nI said Hey sevconian, hey sevconian, hey sevconian,
\nYou’re gonna get it through the head, that they\u2019re deid…<\/p>\n

When walking to the ground,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet
\nNits in your hair, looking for a pound
\nAs you serve us in Burger King
\nI clench my hand before I flip my lid.<\/p>\n

When walking down the street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and pigeon poo on your feet.
\nAs you listen to the Billy Boys in your room.
\nI’m thinking like that when I sing this song:
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah<\/p>\n

When walking down the street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and warts on your feet.
\nAs you stare in your room at Filip Sebo’s face
\nDown long long long long days
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah<\/p>\n

The dead brains of class A-D
\nBorn to live in Linwood and Larkhall
\nTwin swastikas, court, sectarian songbook
\nI’m thinking like this when I sing this tune:
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWhen I’m walking down the street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and sneakers on your feet.
\nAnd write your letters to the Evening News
\nI clench my fist and sing this tune:
\nI said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
\nYou’re gonna get it through the head,
\nI said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
\nYou’re gonna get it through the head, I said…
\nWhen walking to work,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet
\nHenna in your hair, standing in the heat
\nAs you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
\nI clench my hand before I flip my lid.
\nWhen walking down the street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and sneakers on your feet.
\nAs you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
\nI’m thinking like that when I sing this song:
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWhen walking down the street,
\nIt’s always you I seem to meet,
\nLong hair down and sneakers on your feet.
\nAs you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder’s face
\nDown long long long long days
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nThe dead brains of class A-D
\nBorn to live in Leigh-on-Sea
\nTwin swastikas, court, swimming pool
\nI’m thinking like this when I sing this tune:
\nI said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah
\nWoka-to-ma, wah wah wah<\/p>\n

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Craig writes in with this fine contribution: Here’s my occasional (thankfully) contribution to the site, a tribute of sorts to the late Mark E.Smith. Smithy…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2J7If-3eF","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12441"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12441"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12445,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12441\/revisions\/12445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/etims.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}