evidently-chickentown

Evidently Chickentown
John Cooper Clarke
Evidently Chickentown

The bloody cops are bloody keen
To bloody keep it bloody clean
The bloody chief’s a bloody swine
He bloody draws the bloody line
At bloody fun and bloody games
The bloody kids he bloody blames
Are nowwhere to be bloody found
Anywhere in Chickentown

The bloody scene is bloody sad
The bloody news is bloody bad
The bloody weed is bloody turf
The bloody speed is bloody surf
The bloody folks are bloody daft
Don’t make me bloody laugh
It bloody hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown
The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You’re bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The bloody view is bloody vile
For bloody miles and bloody miles
The bloody babies bloody cry
The bloody flowers bloody die
The bloody food is bloody muck
The bloody drains are bloody fucked
The colour scheme is bloody brown
Everywhere in Chickentown

The bloody pubs are bloody dull
The bloody clubs are bloody full
Of bloody girls and bloody guys
With bloody murder in their eyes
A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed
Waiting for a bloody cab
You bloody stay at bloody home
The bloody neighbors bloody moan
Keep the bloody racket down
This is bloody Chickentown

The bloody pies are bloody old
The bloody chips are bloody cold
The bloody beer is bloody flat
The bloody flats have bloody rats
The bloody clocks are bloody wrong
The bloody days are bloody long
It bloody gets you bloody down
Evidently Chickentown

The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You’re bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

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Evidently Chickentown

The fucking cops are fucking keen
To fucking keep it fucking clean
The fucking chief’s a fucking swine
Who fucking draws a fucking line
At fucking fun and fucking games
The fucking kids he fucking blames
Are nowehere to be fucking found
Anywhere in Chickentown

The fucking scene is fucking sad
The fucking news is fucking bad
The fucking weed is fucking turf
The fucking speed is fucking surf
The fucking folks are fucking daft
Don’t make me fucking laugh
It fucking hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You’re fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking view is fucking vile
For fucking miles and fucking miles
The fucking babies fucking cry
The fucking flowers fucking die
The fucking food is fucking muck
The fucking drains are fucking fucked
The colour scheme is fucking brown
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking pubs are fucking dull
The fucking clubs are fucking full
Of fucking girls and fucking guys
With fucking murder in Their eyes
A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
Waiting for a fucking cab
You fucking stay at fucking home
The fucking neighbors fucking moan
Keep The fucking racket down
This is fucking Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You’re fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking pies are fucking old
The fucking chips are fucking cold
The fucking beer is fucking flat
The fucking flats have fucking rats
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong
The fucking days are fucking long
It fucking gets you fucking down
Evidently Chickentown

by John Cooper Clark

The fucking cops are fucking keen

To fucking keep it fucking clean

The fucking chief’s a fucking swine

Who fucking draws a fucking line

At fucking fun and fucking games

The fucking kids he fucking blames

Are nowhere to be fucking found

Anywhere in Chickentown

The fucking scene is fucking sad

The fucking news is fucking bad

The fucking weed is fucking turf

The fucking speed is fucking surf

The fucking folks are fucking daft

Don’t make me fucking laugh

It fucking hurts to look around

Everywhere in chicken town

The fucking train is fucking late

You fucking wait you fucking wait

You’re fucking lost and fucking found

Stuck in fucking chicken town

The fucking view is fucking vile

For fucking miles and fucking miles

The fucking babies fucking cry

The fucking flowers fucking die

The fucking food is fucking muck

The fucking drains are fucking fucked

The colour scheme is fucking brown

Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking pubs are fucking dull

The fucking clubs are fucking full

Of fucking girls and fucking guys

With fucking murder in their eyes

A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

Waiting for a fucking cab

You fucking stay at fucking home

The fucking neighbors fucking moan

Keep the fucking racket down

This is fucking Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late

You fucking wait you fucking wait

You’re fucking lost and fucking found

Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking pies are fucking old

The fucking chips are fucking cold

The fucking beer is fucking flat

The fucking flats have fucking rats

The fucking clocks are fucking wrong

The fucking days are fucking long

It fucking gets you fucking down

Evidently Chickentown

—  John Cooper Clarke, ‘Evidently Chickentown’
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‘Evidently Chickentown’

My fascination with the way The Sopranos uses music continues with this clip from the end of Episode 6.14, “Stage 5.” It’s not actually a song at all, but a poem set to music. The author and reader is “punk poet” John Cooper Clarke, and the poem is “Evidently Chickentown.” I don’t know why a very, very English poet works when combined with a very, very Italian-American TV series, but I do not question the genius of this series. I just let it happen.

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track list:

1. alabama 3 - woke up this morning; 2. tom waits - little drop of poison; 3. ramones - when i was young; 4. queens of the stone age - "you got a killer scene there, man…“; 5. jefferson airplane - white rabbit; 6. tom waits - jockey full of bourbon; 7. duke ellington - caravan; 8. jem - come on closer; 9. she wants revenge - tear you apart; 10. nine inch nails - closer; 11. david bowie - dirty boys; 12. depeche mode - sweetest perfection; 13. elvis presley - fever; 14. david bowie - valentine’s day; 15. nina simone - take care of business for me; 16. rufus wainwright - rebel prince; 17. elbow - any day now; 18. moondog - paris; 19. john grant - where the dreams go to die; 20. nick cave & the bad seeds - god is in the house; 21. chet baker - my funny valentine; 22. jake thackray - la di da (tra la la); 23. ella fitzgerald - into each life some rain must fall; 24. roxy music - bitter sweet; 25. elbow - an audience with the pope; 26. steve harley & cockney rebel - sebastian; 27. elbow - fugitive motel; 28. charlie parker - koko; 29. tom waits - everything goes to hell; 30. iggy pop - les feuilles mortes; 31. queen - jealousy; 32. adamo - tombe le neige; 33. hugh laurie - kiss of fire; 34. jacques brel - ne me quitte pas; 35. john cooper clarke - evidently chickentown; 36. skip james - devil got my woman; 37. the rolling stones - gunface; 38. the doors - the crystal ship; 39. muse - hoodoo; 40. chris isaak - wicked game; 41. moondog - bird’s lament; 42. tom waits - green grass; 43. frank sinatra - i’m a fool to want you; 44. the rolling stones - wild horses; 45. imelda may - knock 123

the fucking cops are fucking keen

to fucking keep it fucking clean

the fucking chief’s a fucking swine

who fucking draws a fucking line

at fucking fun and fucking games

the fucking kids he fucking blames

are nowehere to be fucking found

anywhere in chicken town


the fucking scene is fucking sad

the fucking news is fucking bad

the fucking weed is fucking turf

the fucking speed is fucking surf

the fucking folks are fucking daft

don’t make me fucking laugh

it fucking hurts to look around

everywhere in chicken town


the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you’re fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile

for fucking miles and fucking miles

the fucking babies fucking cry

the fucking flowers fucking die

the fucking food is fucking muck

the fucking drains are fucking fucked

the colour scheme is fucking brown

everywhere in chicken town


the fucking pubs are fucking dull

the fucking clubs are fucking full

of fucking girls and fucking guys

with fucking murder in their eyes

a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

waiting for a fucking cab

you fucking stay at fucking home

the fucking neighbors fucking moan

keep the fucking racket down

this is fucking chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you’re fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town


the fucking pies are fucking old

the fucking chips are fucking cold

the fucking beer is fucking flat

the fucking flats have fucking rats

the fucking clocks are fucking wrong

the fucking days are fucking long

it fucking gets you fucking down

evidently chicken town

—  John Cooper Clarke, Evidently Chickentown