Paul Weller This Is The Modern World
Paul Weller This Is The Modern World
..”This Is The Modern World..” A new portrait of Paul Weller created from cut up lines and words from fourteen different Jam songs.
"Jools Holland cites Paul Weller as a poet, and I think he's right. Weller's observations of British life are both profound and searing, and what strikes me reading the words now is how they continue to be relevant. We continue to struggle with social and class issues, racial inequality, and political hypocrisy. What is also extraordinary is that Weller was still in, or just out of, his teens when he wrote some of his most powerful work.
"I've used various standout lines from a dozen songs that have had an impact on me, and I've created a new original piece of text that flows and connects the words to transform them, not only into a new piece of writing, but a new piece of writing that simultaneously visually portrays Weller as the young songwriter, poet and observer of life."
Limited Edition of 100. Each print signed and numbered.
Beautifully printed on Hahnemuhle Etch 310gsm with hand torn edges.
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Please allow at least 7 days for delivery. [See below for words used in this portrait].
Text that creates the portrait:
THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD
WHAT KIND OF A FOOL DO YOU THINK
I AM YOU THINK I KNOW NOTHING OF
THE MODERN WORLD ALL MY LIFE ITS
BEEN THE SAME ITS NOT IMPORTANT FOR
YOU TO KNOW MY NAME NOR I TO KNOW YOURS
IF WE COMMUNICATE FOR TWO MINUTES ONLY
IT WILL BE A START TO CUT DOWN ON BEER
OR THE KIDS NEW GEAR ITS A BIG DECISION
IN A TOWN CALLED MALICE AND THE PUBLIC GETS
WHAT THE PUBLIC WANTS BUT I WANT NOTHING
THIS SOCIETYS GOT I’M GOING UNDERGROUND WELL
THE BRASS BANDS PLAY AND FEET START TO POUND
GOING UNDERGROUND A COPS CAR AND A SCREAMING
SIREN PNEUMATIC DRILL AND RIPPED UP CONCRETE
A BABY WAILING STRAY DOG HOWLING THE SCREECH OF
BRAKES AND LAMPLIGHT BLINKING I FOUND MYSELF
IN A STRANGE TOWN THOUGH I’VE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR
THREE WEEKS NOW RUSH MY MONEY TO THE RECORD SHOP
A WHOLE STREETS BELIEF DASHED AGAINST THE CO OP
SATURDAYS KIDS LIVE IN COUNCIL HOUSES WEAR V NECK
SHIRTS AND BAGGY TROUSERS PAINT SPATTERED WALLS
TWO LOVERS MISSING THE TRANQUILITY OF SOLITUDE
A DISTANT ECHO OF FARAWAY VOICES BOARDING FARAWAY
TRAINS GOING UNDERGROUND SMOKING CIGARETTES &
IF WE COMMUNICATE FOR TWO MINUTES ONLY IT WILL BE
A START THINKING BACK TO HOLIDAYS IN THE CITY THERES
A THOUSAND THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO YOU FOR KNOWING
THAT SOMEONE IN THIS WORLD FEELS AS DESPERATE AS ME
IF WE COMMUNICATE FOR TWO MINUTES ONLY IT WILL BE
ENOUGH QUIT RUNNING FOR THAT RUNAWAY BUS STOP
APOLOGIZING FOR THE THINGS YOU’VE NEVER DONE
MEET ME ON THE WASTELANDS THE ONES BEHIND THE
OLD HOUSES ONES OVERSHADOWED BY THE MONOLITH
MONSTROSITIES COUNCILS CALL HOMES AND THERE
AMONGST THE SHIT THE DIRTY LINEN THE HOLY COCA
COLA TINS THE PUNCTURED FOOTBALLS WE’LL SIT
AND LISTEN TO AN AMATEUR BAND REHEARSE IN
A NEARBY YARD MUMS AND DADS SMOKE CAPSTAN
NON FILTERS WATCHING TELLY AND THINKING BACK
TO HOLIDAYS THATS ENTERTAINMENT FOR KNOWING
SOMEONE IN THIS WORLD FEELS AS DESPERATE
AS ME WHAT A CATALYST YOU TURNED OUT TO BE
LEFT ME STANDING LIKE A GUILTY SCHOOLBOY
I’VE GOT A POCKET FULL OF PRETTY GREEN I’M
GOING TO PUT IT IN A FRUIT MACHINE
SUP UP YOUR BEERS AND COLLECT YOUR
FAGS THERES A ROW GOING ON DOWN
IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT
READ ALL ABOUT IT READ ALL ABOUT IT
ITS NOT IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO KNOW
MY NAME NOR I TO KNOW YOURS THIS IS THE
MODERN WORLD DON’T BELIEVE IT ALL FIND OUT
FOR YOURSELF FROM THIS WINDOW I’VE SEEN THE
WHOLE WORLD PASS FROM DAWN TO DUSK I’VE HEARD THE
LAST LAUGH LAUGHED TIME IS SHORT AND LIFE IS CRUEL WHAT
KIND OF A FOOL DO YOU THINK I AM ALL MY LIFE ITS BEEN THE SAME
THATS ENTERTAINMENT THE PUBLIC GETS WHAT THE PUBLIC WANTS