#807: 1979, Joe Jackson, Sunday Papers

by Ray_North on November 25, 2013

We’ve reached Sunday in our week of songs with days of the week in them, and, once again, I’ve got a plethora of songs to choose from, many of which are amongst some of my favourites: U2’s Sunday Bloody Sunday, Blondie’s Sunday Girl, the Velvets’ Sunday Morning, and on and on.

But, I decided that I would go for something slightly more obscure and a quick search through my music library brought me to this song, Sunday Papers by Joe Jackson, who I already professed my enthusiasm for in a previous post.

This is a great song – unlike the tidy charm of Is She Really Going Out With Him? and Steppin’ Out – in this song, we see an angry side to Joe, just take the first couple of lines:

Mother doesn’t go out anymore
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

Woah, have that.

This song is a no holds barred assault on the crap red-tops. It has a teenage quality to it, it’s the type of song that could have been (and probably was) written by a million teenagers who watched their parents sitting on the sofa in the lounge on a sunday reading the News of the World or the Mail on Sunday and thought, why the fuck are they reading that shite when there is so much going on in the world.

For me, when I was about sixteen, my Uncle Gerry, who had recently been widowed and was a friend of the family used to come round for sunday lunch and bring with him the News of the World – I used to rip it up. I was cross then. Still bloody cross now. Poor Uncle Gerry, he was alight really.

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