Any great songs about Sheffield?

[Teabag 10]

Why are there no great songs about Sheffield? I can think of Coles Corner but I cannot think of a song with Sheffield in the title or am I wrong?

 

Perhaps there is a Pulp song that sums up Sheffield?

 

If there is no song, perhaps Richard or Jarvis or Joe could come up with something...any thoughts?

 

I expect people will think of song titles to fit their view of Sheffield but I think the old girl should have her own song

[Steptoad 12]

I quite like this one from New Yorker and ex-Sheffield resident Amy Allison

 

[masiemoo 10]

nice one steptoad

[Teabag 10]

I quite like this one from New Yorker and ex-Sheffield resident Amy Allison

 

 

good find:)

[Guest sibon]

I quite like this one from New Yorker and ex-Sheffield resident Amy Allison

 

 

 

Amy is the daughter of the fantastic Mose Allison. The song is the title track of her new album, which also features a duet with Elvis Costello.

 

Her voice does grate a little though:)

[Guest sibon]

Tony Christie's latest album is called Made in Sheffield

 

All of Hawley's albums namecheck Sheffield institutions, or landmarks in their titles. You might recognise the park in this video.

 

Gomez's

is about a trip from Sheffield to Manchester and back. I think... it is a bit hard to tell with them:)

 

Approximately 100% of the Arctic Monkeys first album references Sheffield. Especially

Edited October 28, 2009 by sibon

[studentbob 10]

Best song definately Sheffield:Sex City by Pulp

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElHBX6cUo2c

 

This is about as Sheffield as you can get imo.

Edited October 28, 2009 by studentbob
link added

[muckymurphy 10]

dirty old town by the dubliners just about sums up sheffield.

[JFKvsNixon 11]

Her voice does grate a little though:)

 

I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought this, I couldn't make it through the song.

[netheredge 10]

I'm surprised nobodys yet mentiond "Wickerman" by Pulp.. Great Sheffield tune not as well known perhaps as some other Sheffield tunes.

 

It is a deep meaning ful rift. Heres the words...

 

 

"Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.

I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill.

The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation

Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup.

But it flows. Yeah, it flows.

Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits

Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall.

Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.

Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel.

Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel.

And the river flows on.

Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener

And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met.

I went there again for old time's sake

Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune.

It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it.

And the cafe was still there too

The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables.

I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon.

And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it

I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time

And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body.

And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world.

And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside.

At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct

I went there with you once - except you were somebody else -

And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together.

Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river

When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.

But that this custom had died out when someone jumped

Landed too near to the riverbank

Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them.

I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge.

No chance. Never in a million years.

Yeah, a river flows underneath this city

I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives.

Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route.

Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way.

Oh, this is as far as we got last time

But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities.

Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much.

I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say.

I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker

The river flowed by day after day

One day I thought, One day I will follow it but that day never came

I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back.

I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me.

Wherever the river may take me.

Wherever the river may take us.

Wherever it wants us to go.

Wherever it wants us to go."

 

 

......Sorry i just had to paste the words! Great tune!!!! (you will do well to find another song with as many references to Sheffield as that!)

Edited October 28, 2009 by netheredge

[Abi_Alex 10]

What about greasy chip butty song. LOL.

I'm surprised nobodys yet mentiond "Wickerman" by Pulp.. Great Sheffield tune not as well known perhaps as some other Sheffield tunes.

 

It is a deep meaning ful rift. Heres the words...

 

 

"Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.

I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill.

The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation

Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup.

But it flows. Yeah, it flows.

Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits

Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall.

Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.

Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel.

Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel.

And the river flows on.

Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener

And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met.

I went there again for old time's sake

Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune.

It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it.

And the cafe was still there too

The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables.

I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon.

And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it

I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time

And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body.

And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world.

And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside.

At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct

I went there with you once - except you were somebody else -

And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together.

Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river

When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.

But that this custom had died out when someone jumped

Landed too near to the riverbank

Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them.

I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge.

No chance. Never in a million years.

Yeah, a river flows underneath this city

I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives.

Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route.

Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way.

Oh, this is as far as we got last time

But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities.

Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much.

I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say.

I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker

The river flowed by day after day

One day I thought, One day I will follow it but that day never came

I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back.

I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me.

Wherever the river may take me.

Wherever the river may take us.

Wherever it wants us to go.

Wherever it wants us to go."

 

 

......Sorry i just had to paste the words! Great tune!!!! (you will do well to find another song with as many references to Sheffield as that!)

[mark1971 10]

The Clash - This is England

 

 

Clash, The

Cut The Crap

This Is England

(strummer/rhodes)

 

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm

Are they howling out or doing somebody harm

On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm

A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

 

This is england

This knife of sheffield steel

This is england

This is how we feel

 

Time on his hands freezing in those clothes

He won't go for the carrot

They beat him by the pole

Some sunny day confronted by his soul

He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home

 

This is england

What we're supposed to die for

This is england

And we're never gonna cry no more

 

Black shadow of the vincent

Falls on a triumph line

I got my motorcycle jacket

But i'm walking all the time

[ Clash, The Lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com ]

South atlantic wind blows

Ice from a dying creed

I see no glory

When will we be free

 

This is england

We can chain you to the rail

This is england

We can kill you in a jail

 

The british boots go kick them

Got 'em in the head

Police ain't watchin'

The newspapers been read

Who cares to protest

A (???) in the eye like a flare

Out came the batons and

The british warned themselves

 

This is england

The land of (il)legal dances

This is england

Land of a thousand stances

This is england

This knife of sheffield steel

This is england

This is how we feel

This is england

This is england