After playing piano in Cuby and the Blizzards and several other bands since 1964, Brood started his own group, Herman Brood & His Wild Romance, in 1977. The band had their first hit single, Saturday Night, in 1978. But even more than his music, it was his outspoken statements in the press about sex and drug use that brought Herman Brood into the public arena in the Netherlands. In the early 1980s he was romantically involved with the German artist Nina Hagen, with whom he appeared in the film Cha Cha. Brood relished the media attention and became the most famous hard drug user in the Netherlands. "It is usual that an artist uses drugs, but tells everybody he doesn't", he once said in an interview. "I admit that it scared me that my popularity could make people start using drugs." In the 1990s he took up painting and became as successful as a painter as he was as a musician.
With the band 'Herman Brood & his Wild Romance' he made his best known album 'Shpritsz' (a play on the German word for injection needle), containing anti-drug use songs like 'Dope Sucks', but also 'Saturday Night'. Brood swore off most drugs, reducing his drug use to alcohol and a daily shot of speed.
As a result of an impressive TV-show together with the 'modern saint' Salvation Army's major Alida Bosshardt makes Herman Brood also beloved to people who never appreciated or even heard his music.
When in 2001, he found out that he had only a few months left to live, Herman took matters into his own hands and, depressed by the failure of his drug rehabilitation program, committed suicide on July 11 by jumping from the roof of the Hilton Hotel at the age of 54.
Skid Row
Herman Brood Lyrics
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The best are tangled up in minds
The sweetest sisters come down to connin
They buy no truth of any kind
Senile mothers woo their spittin' sons
Hunky husbands sell their pounds of flesh
The most sung song is sixteens tons
Send me why'are greetings, sweet sweet love
Commend me if I need to be heaven above
Why'are socalled friends just drain why'are brain
To be a star in conversation
the clap trap rows on Lover's Lane are
Only meant to keep you on probation
Shoot why'are shit & shoot why'are stinkin' lip
You find no way to score a solid hit
try everything now to prove why'are hip
You're gonna end up the final stupid flip
Send me your greetings, sweet sweet love
Commend me if I need to be heaven above
but leave me, please leave me
With the scum & the junkies
On skid row, where all names are delusive
Skid row, where all pain is exclusive
Skid Row
The lyrics of Herman Brood & His Wild Romance's song Skid Row describe the dark underbelly of society, where people are willing to do whatever it takes to make money, even if it means selling their souls or their bodies. The first verse talks about how the most talented musicians are often struggling to make ends meet, while less talented "sweet sisters" resort to conning others. The second verse talks about how even family relationships and marriages are broken down for the sake of money, and how the most popular songs are often meaningless and shallow. The chorus is a plea for genuine love and recognition, free from the toxic influences of fame and superficial "friends".
The third verse is a warning against the dangers of trying too hard to be cool or fit in with the wrong crowd. The singer advises the listener to avoid the "clap trap" of seemingly glamorous but ultimately destructive lifestyles, and to resist the temptation to use drugs or other harmful substances to impress others. The final chorus is a bittersweet celebration of life on Skid Row, where people may be down on their luck but are still alive and human. The singer acknowledges that they may be perceived as "scum & junkies" by the rest of society, but they are happy to be part of a community where names and pain are both true and honest.
Line by Line Meaning
The swiftest fingers play for money
Musicians who can play the fastest are often hired for their skill
The best are tangled up in minds
The most talented musicians often lose themselves in their art and struggle with personal issues
The sweetest sisters come down to connin
Even kind and charming women can be deceitful and manipulative
They buy no truth of any kind
These women aren't interested in any kind of honest connection
Senile mothers woo their spittin' sons
Older women might pursue unsuitable or inappropriate romantic partners
Hunky husbands sell their pounds of flesh
Muscular, attractive men may rely on their looks and bodies for financial gain
The most sung song is sixteens tons
Working-class anthems and blues music are still popular despite changing musical trends
Only trash is good for cash
Popular culture often values cheap, sensationalized content over more substantive art
Send me why'are greetings, sweet sweet love
Please send me your warm greetings and caring affection
Commend me if I need to be heaven above
Offer approval and validation if I'm seeking it
Why'are socalled friends just drain why'are brain
Some people who claim to be friends are actually negative influences on your mental health
To be a star in conversation
Some people talk themselves up to seem more interesting or important
the clap trap rows on Lover's Lane are
Romantic promises and gestures on this famous street may not be sincere or meaningful
Only meant to keep you on probation
These are just temporary and insincere attempts to make you stay interested
Shoot why'are shit & shoot why'are stinkin' lip
Stop talking nonsense and making empty promises
You find no way to score a solid hit
You can't seem to achieve any kind of meaningful success
try everything now to prove why'are hip
You're doing everything in your power to seem cool and edgy
You're gonna end up the final stupid flip
All this effort will ultimately lead to failure and humiliation
but leave me, please leave me
Please abandon me so I can be alone
With the scum & the junkies
I prefer the company of marginalized or troubled people
On skid row, where all names are delusive
On the streets where reality is distorted and people hide their true identities
Skid row, where all pain is exclusive
This is a place where people keep their suffering to themselves and don't want to share it with others
Skid Row
The impoverished and crime-ridden neighborhood referenced throughout the song
Lyrics © THE MUSIC GOES ROUND
Written by: BROOD, HAWINKELS, VEEN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@narvul
Great song.
@m.steenvoorden4701
great song, and good musicians really good.
@dutchymon
I love this!
@kees422
Dit gaat over hoe het is om in de goot te liggen. Althans waar wij lagen...….
@ronaldvanommen7225
Wij?
@lekkahmuziek1226
als je wat van brood zoek tjek link..
@robinsalario4372
hoe heette die plaats in amsterdam ook al weer? er was een heel goed programma over op tv een paar jaar gelden.
@rudihuisman6134
Ruigoord.
@chrisrombouts
paradiso??