"Between 1979 and 1983 something strange happened.
The British government mutated from an annoying and
often disreputable body, that spent people's taxes
on the wrong things, into a hostile regime contempuous
of anyone who did not serve or would not yield to
its purpose. 'Work' was transformed from a right into
a privileged reward....
"'Shipbuilding' started out as
a piano melody composed by Clive Langer....I was leaving
for an Australian tour with Clive's demo in my bag.
The government was in the process of reversing their
disastrous fortunes by springing to the defence of
an obscure and obsolete Imperial coaling station and
sheep farming outcrop. In as much as you can spring
to the defence of The Falkland Islands when you are
in the Northern Hemisphere and they are in the South
Atlantic. Especially after the nincompoops in the
Foreign Ministry have done everything possible to
suggest to the particularly vicious junta in Argentina
that their claim to 'Las Malvinas' might go unchallenged
if they would only care to invade...Oh, what a lovely
war. Except that it was never called 'A War.' It was
always referred to as the 'Falklands Crisis' and later
the 'Falklands Conflict.' Thank God CNN wasn't what
it is today or we'd have had a theme tune and a logo
overnight: 'South Atlantic Storm: The Falkland Countdown.'
By the time I reached Australia the
bloody liberation was underway. I thought I'd seen
it all in the British media coverage: grown men drooling
over the hardware, the sick illusion of invincibility
before HMS Sheffield was hit by an Exocet missile.
The Sun's 'Gotcha' headline when 300 Argentine sailors
drowned when the Belgrano went down, the construction
of the odd heroic myth to cheer everyone up after
a series of blunders that led to a pointless and brutal
slaughter of Welsh Guards and of course the real star
of the show: The Prime Minister [Margaret Thatcher]
arriving on our screens each day as if directly from
the theatrical costumiers. Sometimes as Boadicea.
Sometimes as Britannia. Oh! I nearly forgot the raving
lunatic who reared up from the Tory backbenches to
suggest a nuclear attack on Buenos Aires. However
none of this could prepare me for the depravity of
the Australian tabloid coverage. To listen to them
the 'Poms' were getting slaughtered Gallipoli-style
and the 'Argies' were eating Falkland babies.
Most of the above was beyond words
but the notion that this might really drag on and
become a war of attrition seemed as believable as
anything else. Ships were being lost. More ships would
soon be needed."
- Elvis Costello, 2003
Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said, 'Dad they're going to take me to task
but I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
Note: "Stand Down Margaret"
is a song by The English Beat. The first set of lyrics
below are "Big Sister's Clothes," followed
by "Stand Down Margaret."
Sheep
to the slaughter,
oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a
strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers,
oh you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Chorus:
But it's easier to say "I love you,"
than "Yours sincerely" I suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes
Big sister's clothes
The
sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And it's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts
With
a hammer on the slap and
tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of
the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
That's all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds
on home improvements
Chorus
I
said I see no joy
I see only sorry
I see no chance of your bright new tomorrow
So
stand down Margaret
Stand down please
Stand down Margaret
I
say stand down Margaret
Stand down please
Stand down Margaret
You
tell me how can it work in this all white law
What a short sharp lesson,
What a third world war
Oh
stand down Margaret
Stand down please
Stand down Margaret
I
say stand down Margaret
Stand down please
Stand down Margaret
Say
too much war in the city yeah
Say too much war in the city, whoa
I sing i said a love and unity, the only way
and unity, the only way
Yeah ya know,
you know what!