Songs In The Key Of Strife
I read with some interest that Brixton Estates’ Tim Wheeler is quoting Bob Dylan:
“The apocalyptic opening lines of Bob Dylan’s All Along The Watchtower seem to capture the beleaguered mindset of the UK commercial real estate market.”
Tim Wheeler, that name rings a bell – wasn’t he the lead singer of Ash? Anyway, anything you can do, etc. etc. So here is my ha’penny’s worth for more housing-market-related tuneage, (all depending on your outlook):
For the Doom-mongers:
The End, The Doors
Down Down, Status Quo
Ghost Town, The Specials
For the Shiny Happy People:
Things Can Only Get Better, D:ream
The Only Is Way Is Up, Yazz and The Plastic Population
Rise, Public Image Limited
For the Level-headed Pragmatists:
Roll With It, Oasis
Rollercoaster, Red Hot Chilli Peppers
And I’m sure there are more – any suggestions?
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Brixton could have struck a defiant note and picked a line or two from The Clash’s The Guns Of Brixton …
“You can crush us,
You can bruise us,
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Oh, The Guns of Brixton…”
Other possibilities…
Here Comes The Sun – George Harrison
Darkness on the Edge of Town – Bruce Springsteen
Gone Again – Patti Smith
Light My Fire – The Doors
Lively Up Yourself – Bob Marley
And if it’s Dylan we’re after, well …
Subterranean Homesick Blues
I Shall Be (Equity) Released
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
Shelter From The Storm
Well, there’s Love’s 1967 invitation to a spot of sinister property-viewing, ‘A House is not a Motel’: “At my house I’ve got no shackles, you can come and look if you want to, through the halls you see the mantles, where the light shines dim all around you…”. Sounds like a job for some downlighters, if you ask me.
Ain’t Too Proud To Beg (AKA Ballad of the Beleaguered Estate Agent)
Another One Bites the Dust (AKA I Guess It’s Time To Call a Letting Agent)
Bring Me To Life (AKA Alistair Darling, Please Clarify This Stamp Duty Fiasco Before Every Estate Agent in Britain Puts Their Head in an Oven)