Missing You

Sailing Across the Foam: A Migrant's Tale in 1986
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Lyrics

In nineteen hundred and eighty six

In the year 1986

There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick

There's not much for a carpenter (chippie) except working with a pick (tool)

And you can't live on love, on love alone

Living solely on love is not practical

So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam

Sailing across the ocean, leaving one's homeland


To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick

Referring to Irish identities - Paddy, Biddy, or Mick

Good for nothing but stacking a brick

Being seen as worthless, only good for manual labor like bricklaying

Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod

Close friend is a shovel (spade) carrier, working in construction

Two work horses heavily shod

Reference to strong, hardworking horses used in manual labor


Oh I'm missing you

Expressing a sense of longing and yearning for someone

I'd give all for the price of a flight

Willing to sacrifice everything for the cost of a plane ticket

Oh I'm missing you

Reiteration of the emotional absence and yearning

Under Piccadilly's neon

Located under the neon lights of Piccadilly (a bustling area in London)


Who did you murder, are you a spy?

Questioning the listener about potential wrongdoing or espionage

I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry

Admitting a fondness for alcohol, using it for both laughter and tears

So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high

Choosing to consume "red biddy" (cheap wine) for a lasting sense of euphoria

I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die

Experiencing reduced laughter and increased sorrow


All ye young people now take my advice

Offering advice to young people, suggesting careful consideration before leaving home

Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice

Emphasizing the importance of love, as demonstrated by the emptiness in London

Cause you can't live without love, without love alone

Reiterating the inability to live without love alone

The proof is round London in the nobody zone

Observing the lack of love in the area around London


Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge

Describing the weather conditions in London - fine in summer but harsh in winter

Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge

Depicting a homeless person's situation under Charing Cross Bridge

And I'll never go home now because of the shame

Expressing the shame preventing the speaker from returning home

Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane

Feeling like a misfit, reflected in a shop window

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