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Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate"
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange town
You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a sniff
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I'm so glad the revolution's here
It's nice and warm now
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd
There's no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can't be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
When you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate"
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
(Strange town)
(Strange town)
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Burn it down, shake it up
Break it up, break it up
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate"
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange town
You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a sniff
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I'm so glad the revolution's here
It's nice and warm now
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd
There's no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can't be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
When you ask in a strange town
They say "don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate"
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
(Strange town)
(Strange town)
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up
Burn it down, shake it up
Break it up, break it up
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I always felt this was about The Jam Not fitting into the New wave Movement Alien from there peers 4 4 time, Maybe The Buzzcocks. The refrian uses the wooho from what do i get ? Manchester maybe.
Speaking as a Londoner who has now moved up north, I can see how inhospitable London is to new comers.
Weller must have been visiting all the wrong places as a kid, or else he was a mouthy bugger. Killer baseline, and love those harmony vocals on the chorus!
Sums up the feelings of anyone going into/moving to a new place. The whole sense of isolation and how everything seems alien to you, and how oyu seem alien to those around you.
I found London to be a jolly good place with the friendliest people
I think this song is the first sign of Weller entering his imperial phase, moving beyond Clash style songwriting into a maturer style on a par with The Beatles. Weller said this was about the disappearance of the punk ideals, how the movement had all dissolved very quickly, and the new terrain was completely alien to him. The Clash had signed to a major label, the Sex Pistols had crumbled. What was left was a kind of tidied up stage school version of punk, Hazel O Connor The Boomtown Rats, and Billy Idol, all people from good middle class backgrounds. The loss of identity theme also crops up a lot with Weller in other Jam songs, like, Dreamtime, & In The Crowd. The ending of this song is one of the best exits in punk rock, or any rock. It's like the tension he feels in the strange town has finally erupted in bloody violence.
This song is a lot like the spooky traditional song Nottamun Town, which has been done by many folksingers and groups like Fairport Convention, except it leaves out the best part, which says that 10,000 people who just stood around gawking at the newcomer without offering help got drowned before they were born.
Great single with some excellent advice about fitting in somewhere that's new to you. Don't be weird!