Vladimir Nabokov

NABOKV-L post 0007052, Fri, 8 Nov 2002 17:34:22 -0800

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Fw: Ian Dury: Ada Lyrics
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From: "Kenny, Glenn" <gkenny@hfmus.com>
To: "'Vladimir Nabokov Forum'" <NABOKV-L@LISTSERV.UCSB.EDU>

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> I remember when that track came out back in the very early '80s and being
> very excited about the potential VN reference-which I dare say VN probably
> wouldn't have been too thrilled about. I subsequently learned that the
> phrase around which the title was based came from a soccer chant, or some
> such thing. I wonder if any of our British correspondents could clear it
up?
>
> Glenn Kenny
> Premiere Magazine
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> > ----------
> > From: D. Barton Johnson
> > Reply To: Vladimir Nabokov Forum
> > Sent: Thursday, November 7, 2002 6:31 PM
> > To: NABOKV-L@LISTSERV.UCSB.EDU
> > Subject: Fw: Ian Dury: Ada Lyrics
> >
> > EDNOTE: The late British rocker Ian Dury (perhaps inadvertently) did
for
> > ADA's Van what Sting & The Police did for LOLITA's Humbert ("Don't Stand
> > so
> > Close to Me") For further info, see
> >
http://www.letssingit.com/ian-dury-and-the-blockheads-fucking-ada-l8mv61k.
> > ht
> > ml where the full lyrics may be found.
> >
> > -------------------------------
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "s~Z" <keithsz@concentric.net>
> > Sent: Thursday, November 07, 2002 2:12 PM
> > Subject: Re: Ian Dury: Ada Lyrics
> >
> > I can find no evidence that Ian Dury was a Nabokovian, but this old tune
> > makes a nice backdrop for reading Ada. Ian Dury wasn't all that well
> > known.
> > His two most popular songs were Sex and Drugs and Rock & Roll and Hit
Me
> > With Your Rhythm Stick.
> > --------------------------------
> >
> > Ian Dury And The Blockheads
> >
> > "F....g Ada"
> >
> > Moments of sadness, moments of guilt
> > Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt
> > Chapter of incident, chapter and verse
> > Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse
> >
> > Lost in the limelight, backed in the blaze
> > Did it for nine pence, those were the days
> > Give me my acre and give me my plough
> > Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now
> >
> > F....g Ada, f....g Ada
> > F....g Ada, f......g Ada
> >
> > Times at a distance, times without touch
> > Greed forms the habit of asking to much
> > Followed at bedtime by builders and bells
> > Wait 'til the doldrums which nothing dispels
> >
> > Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread
> > Who runs with the beans shall not stale with the bread
> > Let me lie fallow and dormant dismay
> > Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today
> >
> > F.....g Ada, f....g Ada
> > F......g Ada, f.....g Ada
> >
> > Tried like a good 'un, did it all wrong t
> > Thought that the hard way was taking to long
> > To late for regret or chemical change
> > Yesterday's targets have gone out of range
> >
> > Failure infolds me with clammy green arms
> > Damn the excursions and blast the alarms
> > For the rest of what's natural I'll lay on the ground
> > Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around
> >
> > F...ing Ada, f...g Ada (X19)
> >
> > [fade]
> >