Goodbye To The Broken


You couldn't have planned it
I don't understand it
Don't know why you went and threw it all away
Yesterday
We had it all and you threw it all away
I don't know why you couldn't stay
Yesterday

You should have believed it
You would have received it yeah
Hello to the woken
Goodbye to all the broken
Word is spoken yeah

You couldn't have planned it
I don't understand it
Don't know why you went and threw it all away
Yesterday
We had it all and you threw it all away
I don't know why you couldn't stay
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday

Hello to the woken
Goodbye to all the broken
Word is spoken yeah
You were all wrapped up in a blizzard
Coke choked up to the gizzard
On a snowy summer day

You were all wrapped up in a blizzard
Coke choked up to the gizzard
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday


Lyrics by:
Brown

Available on:
The World Is Yours (4.00)

Details:
A rather meandering effort from The World Is Yours LP.

 

"You were all wrapped up in a blizzard, coke choked up to the gizzard..." The gizzard is a digestive organ of birds (John Squire was dressed as a chicken in the first Love Spreads video) and certain other animals, such as earthworms, grasshoppers, and crayfish. An ostrich sticks its neck out, and so too does someone in the act of taking cocaine. A bird's gizzard has a thick, muscular wall and often contains gravel eaten by the bird. The food first passes to the crop, or gullet pouch, where it is moistened, then to the proventriculus, or glandular stomach, where it is mixed with mucus and digestive juices. Preparation for digestion is completed in the gizzard, where the food mass is ground by the action of the muscular walls and gravel. In smaller animals, the food usually passes directly from crop to gizzard. The image on the right shows the gizzard (serial 8) of a pigeon, seen at the right of the duodenum between the legs. 'Coke choke' is the choked up feeling or coughing after blowing high quality cocaine. Encoded within this lyric ['choked up'] is a swipe at Ian's former songwriting partner, a 'broken man', forever trading on the past. Ian here goes for the throttle, applying the choke on a stalled career by playing with phrases from the McCartney-penned Yesterday ("I don't know why you couldn't stay...Yesterday"). To appropriate John Lennon, since his withdrawal from the music scene, now latching onto a career in Art as a fallback mechanism, all that John Squire ever did was yesterday. In fighting talk, Squire is now on the canvas. Ian discerns John's blight in musical creativity and retreat into an artistic cul-de-sac as the dilemma of a man having "painted himself into a corner", an effective withdrawal into the wilderness. Brown sometimes uses the setting of the family dinner table to depict the contrasting fortunes of himself and Squire. In 2009, the singer told Clash magazine that he'd "need to be down to his last chicken dinner" to consider reforming the band. Speaking to Clash Music in September 2005, Brown eviscerates Squire for his retreat to the home studio: "He's a 43-year-old fella who has nowhere to go in life without the Roses, and like anyone he's got to eat. How's he gonna put dinner on his table ? He can't keep selling Spike Island posters." Taking delight in surveying Squire's drought from the luxury of his own wishing well, Brown forms a Jack and Jill-esque verse on All Ablaze around the father-daughter relationship of Your Star Will Shine ("Hush my darling don't you cry"). Despite the briefest glimpse of an olive branch here, Ian Brown would just as soon wish hell than wish well in this wishing well. Whither the Rose ? Wither, the Rose. No longer of the genus Rosa, Squire was withering on the vine, his well of inspiration seemingly all but dried up ("Who you gonna get to bring you water when your well runs dry ?"). Not making any moves, yesterday's Rose is trading only on his name. His goose is cooked. Ian's speculative gibe as to how Squire is "gonna put dinner on (the) table" foresees scant times ahead for the breadwinner of the household ("What you gonna tell your little daughter is the reason that her daddy makes her cry ?"). The bud shall yield no meal. In response to circulating Stone Roses reformation rumours, Squire told The Guardian in 2002 that he'd rather remove his own liver with a teaspoon. In another interview, he quipped that he'd sooner stew his own gizzard in red wine and watch Ian Brown eat it, than get the group back together...


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