Mother's Pride

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Joining me (Backing Vocals & Lead Guitar) are:

Bass-Martin Hynes, Rhythm Guitar-Scott Wheatley, Drums-Dirk Forsdyke, Lead Vocals-Al Bloomfield

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No stimulant can make me feel the way you do my inside

Your simulant can light up my inside

Inbred terms I guess your sun has blest me on the inside

I guess your sun has blest my mothers pride

But as my 'Corona' reaches new 'Lowes'

I don’t mean the pop man

Your Corona shines on all of man

My orange nylon carpet doesn’t quite fit to the edges

My nylon carpet fits your caravan

Cinematic teak explores the patterns in the middle

Your cinema explores expectant ground

My stretchy nylon covers cover up the shame beneath them

Your nylon covers up the middle ground

I play I spy and all your things are listed in my picture

So 'Eye' can spy the things that you recall

You played with me and drew me in enough to know I wanted

Enough but not enough of you at all

Enough but not enough of you

Enough but not enough of you at all

Enough but not enough of you

Enough but not enough of you at all

The Story of 'Mother's Pride'

Mother's Pride bread

Full of plays on words, one of my favourite ways of writing, Mother's Pride is named after a brand of sliced bread that was around when I was a kid, but also the actual pride of an actual mother for her beautiful daughter.

This is a story of comparisons, viewed poetically from the perspective of an ordinary, fairly poor, working class kid character and the object of his affections, the well to do, good looking and successful chick from 'the other side of the tracks'. A good therapist would probably make a tidy wedge helping this poor kid figure out what's going on here subliminally by analysing the lyrics and their deeper meanings ha ha!

In competition with the Mother's Pride bread brand back in the 70s we had 'Sunblest', and, where I lived, we used to have 'the pop man' who like a milkman used to come around our area selling 'pop' (that's 'soda' in American English) off the back of his truck. His two main brands of 'pop' were 'Corona' and 'Lowes' which my mum would buy. Not sure how proud of that she was though ;) I think my favourite was Corona's 'Cream Soda' but I guess it's just all about the sugar now anyway right?

But getting back to the story, the "Uptown Girl" knows she's pretty hot and kinda cool and flirts with the poor kid who gets addicted to the drug. He wants her of course, but looking around his poorly furnished living room he can't imagine anyone like her ever really going for someone like him. He gets played, a bit like Tom in that Tom and Jerry cartoon where he falls for the classy rich cat, and ends up feeling used and worthless

I'll leave yous to figure out the rest of the allegories for yourselves, and thanks for stopping by my little backwater river creek here in the depths of cyberspace xo

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