Crawling From The Wreckage

Ever since I posted that Ida Maria song the other day, I've been singing it, and it keeps reminding me of another song from the punk era, and medleying into it. I always thought of it as by Dave Edmunds, but the internet says it was written by Graham Parker.

Either way, it's a total blam-a-lama pogo-ing and moshing job perfect for being dumped by your (in) significant other, quitting your crappy job, or any time you just feel like

walking out of the door

and

getting it out of your system!

In the best rock'n'roll tradition, this song advocates getting in your car and drving it very fast. If you decide to do this, remember that motoring is very liberating, but please drive safely, and don't hurt anybody. The clue is in the hook of the song: crawling from the wreckage, not into it.

Here's a YouTube clip from 80's teevee.

Got out really early from the factory,
Driving like a nut in the rain.
Don't think I was acting so hysterically,
But I didn't see a thing until it came.
Man, the drunks were verbal in the takeaway
Beating up the Chinee at the counter.
I put a few inside me at the end of the day.
I took out my revenge on the revolution counter.

Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage.
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage,
Into a brand new car.

In walks Bud with his exploding nose.
He'd been giving it maximum today.
He shouted "How the devil? You in trouble I suppose?
But all you ever do is run away."
Gunned up the motor inta hyperdrive.
I wasn't gonna take any of that.
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide,
'Cause all I ever hear is zoom bam bam past me.

Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage.
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message.
Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage,
Into a brand new car.

Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage.
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage,
Crawling from the wreckage,
Into a brand new car.

Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before
I see it all through flashes of depression.
I drop my drink and hit some people running for the door.
Gotta make some kind of impression.
'Cause when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel,
I'm only half the man I should be.
But metal hitting metal is all I feel,
And everything is good as it possibly could be.

Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car

Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and on the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car.

GRAHAM PARKER
Album: Repeat When Necessary