Song Stories

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away

The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day

How Bob Geldof and Midge Ure united pop to create one of the most significant Number Ones ever

Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you

Blur imagined a glossy future full of comfort, consumerism and emptiness, then wrapped it inside one of the grandest songs of the Britpop era

Drive boy, dive boy Dirty numb angel boy

You think that all your time is used Too busy earnin' You can't get enough

I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree

The Police’s biggest hit is often mistaken for a love song, but beneath its calm surface sits a much darker story of obsession, control and a band nearing breaking point

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds

Oh, I can't stop runnin' I see the whole town fall I people-watch on the way back home

When routine bites hard and ambitions are low And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads