Performed by Milva. From "Happy End".
I like the nostalgia in this song. Longing for the decadent, lively, sex-blood-and-guts-soaked haunts and days of yore. I feel that way towards a number of my former haunts. They've all gone respectably fern bar now... They even have windows, now, that you can see in.
Except the Anvil.
Translation lifted from a Marianne Faithfull site. By the way, her version is very blood-curdlingly elegant.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Was the most fantastic place I've ever known.
For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted,
All you wanted, all you wanted
Of whatever kind of joy you called your own.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like for you to see
The stools at the bar were damp with rye
On the dancefloor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid
Hey Joe, play that old song they always played.
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da ...
I can't remember the words ...
Da da da da da da
It's so long ago.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Came a day the end of May in '98
Four guys from Bristol came with sacks of coal dust,
Sacks of coal dust, sacks of coal dust
And the time they showed us all was really great.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like what you've seen.
The brandy bottles smashing through the air
And the chairs flying everywhere
Through the roof the moon's still shining green
And those fog eyes all went going crazy with their pistols blazing
high,
"Think you can stop 'em ? Well, go ahead and try!"
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da da...
Who remembers the words ?
Da da da da da da
Something with love in it.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in, Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and aspree
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois
Just another place to put your ass,
But if you could come around to see the fun
Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain,
They've cleaned up all the pools of broken glass,
On parquet floors you can't grow grass,
They've shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid
Hey Joe, play that ol' song they always played;
That ol' Bilbao
Down where we used to go
That ol' Bilbao
Casting its golden glow
That ol' Bilbao moon
Love never laid me low
That ol' Bilbao
Why does it hurt me so ?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
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All bow down to The Anvil on Granville . . . or as I like to call it: "Trailer Bar," or "The Swill and the Swine," or "Under the Bridge" or the ever-poopular (yes, I said POOPular) "Slags and Fags." Dive Bar Extraordinaire. My 10th anniversary of working there comes up in March. What's wrong with me???
C'mon Snarkangel...you know the reason as well as any of us; even though I've only been coming to the Anvil for the past 7 years, I know exactly why she holds me spellbound....she's like the smelly aunt whom we dreaded having to kiss each Christmas at family get togethers, but always seemed to give us the best, most creative gifts...and whom we knew we'd miss the most when she was gone, and did eventually.
Comment on the Weill seems a bit superfluous now!
LOL, Val!
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