The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight (1978)

Artist: The Jam
Album: All Mod Cons
Release: 1978

All copyright goes to ''the best band in the f'ackin world'' The Jam.

[glenabbott]

Possibly one of the greatest songs ever written! Well that's my opinion

[bri_in_brum]

Just an RIP Rick. Thanks for all the music.

[gerardmccavana]

When I heard this on the radio in the autumn of 1978 as a fourteen year old, it changed my musical mind for the rest of my life

[Blondie]

This song still gives me goosebumps. The momentum of the music matches the lyrics, the atmosphere of the train, the words vivid and threatening and suggesting scary images; one of Weller's best songs, and that's saying something. ❤

[martywalker-vj]

Summed up the times and state of the country in 78

[mod]

Hating Waiting, the smell of brown leather how did he write these words. Absolutely brilliant and my favourite Jam song...

[djtforever]

I was in London a few days ago. I listened to this song while I was there for that London feel.

[Pilcha.]

You can hear the Brian may influence on the guitar, what a tune!

[NapoleonSolo]

John Peel introduced me to this classic 👌

[thesound-chameleonman]

I am getting this signed by original drummer Rick Buckler soon!

Great song.

C.P.

[TheBlurr]

if you're a true artist and you can use the muse to really feel this song, you might realize how great it is.

[markahughes]

The engineering on this track was superb. The way the music comes back in at the end does it for me every single time and I've been playing this album for nearly 40 years!
I still think Mr Weller is a lady-part for not getting back with the band and giving all us 58+Yr olds the reunion we deserve.

[StevieRevbo]

The Jam
The distant echo
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
The ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout, "Have you got any money?"
And I said, "I've a little money and a takeaway curry
I'm on my way home to my wife
She'll be lining up the cutlery, you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs, and wormwood scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
Filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, it blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight, oh
The last thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British rail poster read
"Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it today"
I glanced back on my life, and thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight, oh
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight, oh
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight, oh
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight, oh
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul John Welle

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Temazo!!! gracias a mi hermano por conocer esta terrible banda.

[kosovoblues]

With Ray Davies, Weller must be a poet laureate, , in my opinion, not even being a native english speaker