Clearly, a tribute to a small but vital line of transport in the early 1960s.
..or is it?
Here's a photograph of the Pill ferry. Isn't it lovely and rural and quaint?
This song is a shocking description of drug issues in rural communities, comparable to Lou Reed's Perfect Day and Bob Dylan's Hey, Mr Tambourine Man.
Let's look a little closer, shall we?
When the nights are dark and stormy
And the bitter north wind blows
Cross the fields from Shirehampton
Where the muddy Avon flows
Where the Pillites gaily ride
Over on the ferry from the other side
The boat starts swingin'
You'll hear them singin'
Float in on the tide.
Stock image for teh win! |
Despite the desperate need for a quick fix, the narrator knows his habit is unhealthy - indeed, as he waits for the effects of the drug to kick in, he laments: "Pill, Pill, I love thee still/Even though I'm leaving" - a cry heard from addicts all over, that this is one last drink, one last fix, and then they will kick the habit. Despite his intentions, the "rain down pours/the thunder roars/The lightnin' flashes bright" - another insight into the mind of this depressed individual, who admits that the lesser of two evils - a night down the pub - would probably be better for him: "I'll be better by far in The Duke or The Star/Than on the Old Pill Ferry tonight".
Take me where it's warm and cosy
Down there with those happy boys
Where the cheeks are red and rosy
Cobblers, hobblers, hobbledehoys
When the stinging winter sleet
Creeps along the riverside and chills your feet
For miles around, you'll hear this sound
Comin' down Pill Street
Waiting for his fix to kick in, he begs "Take me where it's warm and cosy/Down there with those happy boys/". He lists the terrifying side-effects of Ecstasy, including constriction of blood to the extremities* "When the stinging winter sleet/Creeps along the riverside and chills your feet", and yet, despite the dangers, despite the side effects, all he can hear is the call of the drug: "For miles around/you'll hear this sound/Comin' down Pill Street".
Drug users often get cold feet and have to wear slippers* |
On the seven seas I've wandered
Back to Pill I shall return
When the hard earned cash is squandered
For the local girls I yearn
Captain, Captain, carry me
Steamer of the channel past Portbury
Head her south through Avonmouth
Happy I shall be.
He reaches to the drug, now the captain of his 'ship' - a metaphor for the soul - as it takes him on his short, chemically-enabled journey to happiness: "Captain, Captain, carry me/Steamer of the channel past Portbury/Head her south through Avonmouth/Happy I shall be."
Well, he seems happy enough |
Regardless of the setting, drug represent a serious problem in our communtities - rural youths are particularly at risk for developing substance abuse disorders, as prevention programs and treatment initiatives tend to be in shorter supply in rural areas than in urban settings.
As with Perfect Day, Pill, Pill's subject lurks in the subtext, the lair of the interpreter. Of course, decoding song lyrics carries the danger of over-interpretation, but with a name like Pill, Pill, sometime the subtext, is quite simply...the text.
*This may not be factually accurate, as I made it up.
5 comments:
what a pile of rubbish.
THere's no undertone to this song!
Ah. Yes. I see what you've done there.
You've actually taken this blog seriously. I suppose /someone/ had to.
That's my grandad in the top photo, he was the ferry man, as his dad was before him too.
I've just moved to Pill, and I'm looking for a decent history of the village (either a book or a website ideally). Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Absolutely brilliant !! (Eleven years late, but that's what Zider does to you ;-))
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