The Skids continue to enjoy popularity with two top 20 singles, "Masquerade" and "Working for the Yankee Dollar", from the album "Days in Europa", produced by Bill Nelson. The Cover of the album, showing an "aryan", was seen by some as Nazi, and was soon replaced with a less controversial sleeve. This sleeve, although conventional, still bore the image of the first release seen through the viewers eyes by a picture on the wall, alongside a picture of 'Scared to Dance', the sleeve portrayed a woman , bare breast showing, in the hands of a man.
The Absolute Game was The Skids' 1980 third album (not counting the two different mix versions released of their second album 1979's Days in Europa) and was produced by Mick Glossop. It featured two new band members, Russell Webb (bass guitar, vocals, guitar, keyboards, percussion) and Mike Baillie (drums, vocals, percussion).
The album continued the Skids' progression from a punky sound into a more mellow one - paralleled by many bands of the period. The album has a great deal in common with Days in Europa, but not much with its successor, Joy. Around this time the band were driven by internal rifts and disagreements, leading to various members coming and going. Soon after the release and live concert tour of The Absolute Game, Adamson and Baillie left the band. (Although Adamson did temporarily return to play on one more song from the album Joy, called Iona.) Adamson went on to launch the career of his new band, Big Country, and Baillie moved back to Scotland to live. A great deal of Big Country's future sound and style can be heard in this album. In particularly on Hurry On Boys, which features bagpipe simulations and real didgeridoo. Joy has a completely different sound to other Skids albums, and some fans consider The Absolute Game to be the last canonical Skids album.
Soon after the release and live concert tour of The Absolute Game, Adamson and Baillie left the band. (Although Adamson did temporarily return to play on one more song from the album Joy, called Iona.) Adamson went on to launch the career of his new band, Big Country, and Baillie moved back to Scotland to live. It left Jobson and Webb, in 1981, to write and record the band's fourth and final album Joy, which Russell Webb also produced. The pair played multiple instruments on the album, and also invited a collection of seventeen musical friends to perform on various tracks with them. The Skids dissolved in 1982, with the album Fanfare posthumously issued by Virgin. It was a mixture of greatest hits and unreleased tracks.
Jobson and Webb then went onto form a new band called The Armoury Show. The group only recorded one album called Waiting for the Floods in 1985 before splitting up. Jobson went onto pursue a solo career as a poet, songwriter, television presenter and most recently a film director. He released albums on the Belgian record label Les Disques du Crepuscule, and the UK's own Parlophone Records.
Sadly, on December 16 2001, Stuart was found dead in Best Western Plaza Hotel in Honolulu, Hawaii, having committed suicide.
In the year 2007, U2 and Greenday covered "The Saints Are Coming" recorded originaly by the skids for the "Scared to Dance" album. Most fans seen this as a juncture to include new fans to the old punk scene.
In 2007 Richard Jobson, William Simpson and Mike Baillie, along with Bruce Watson (guitar/vocals) of Big Country, Jamie Watson (guitar), Brian Jobson (vocals) and Jane Button (vocals), got together to play three gigs. They were to commemorate the thirtieth anniversary of the group's formation, and as a final tribute to Stuart Adamson, who died in 2001. The shows on 4 July and 5 July were at Dunfermline's Glen Pavilion, where they were supported by Rosyth band The Draymin - outside of which The Skids had previously played only their second gig according to Jobson - and on 7 July, at the T in the Park festival.
Skids returned to the stage on 28 November 2009 as one of the headlining acts in Homecoming Live, a series of gigs held around the SECC complex in Glasgow to celebrate the end of the Year of Homecoming in Scotland. The line-up mirrored the 2007 gigs, with members of The Gospel Truth Choir joining Button on backing vocals for "A Woman in Winter" and "Working for the Yankee Dollar".
The same lineup performed a concert on 5 March 2010 at the ABC in Glasgow, with support from The Law and Bruce & Jamie Watson, and lastly a concert on 6 March 2010 at the Alhambra Theatre, Dunfermline, with support from Beatnic Prestige and Bruce & Jamie Watson. This final concert was to conclude a week of events celebrating the works, past and present, of Richard Jobson as part of The Fifer Festival 2010 on 6 March 2010.
In 2016 the band reformed and announced a 40th anniversary tour of the UK with their original singer Richard Jobson. In 2018, Skids released their fifth album, Burning Cities.
Both Dunfermline Athletic FC and Charlton Athletic FC use "Into the Valley" as a theme song.
And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda
The Skids Lyrics
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And lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray′s green banks to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, the country said, "Son
It's no time for roving, there′s work to be done"
And they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
Oh well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Souvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was waiting
He primed himself well
Showered us with bullets and rained us with shells
And in ten minutes flat he'd blown us to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury the slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
They collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and insane
All the brave wounded heroes of Souvla
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
And I looked at the place where me legs used to be
I thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered they just stood there and stared
And then turned their faces away
So now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams and past glory
But the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore
Tired old men from the tired old war
And the young people ask what are they marching for
And I ask meself the same question
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
And the old men they answer the call
But year by year those old men disappear
Soon no-one will march there at all
“And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda” is a song written by Scottish-Australian folk singer-songwriter Eric Bogle. The song tells the story of a young Australian soldier who goes off to fight in World War I. He had been a rover before the war, living the free life and waltzing with his Matilda. However, when his country called, he was sent to fight in Gallipoli. The song emphasizes the gravity and cruelty of war, particularly the disastrous Gallipoli campaign in 1915 where many ANZAC troops died. The young man witnessed the horrific conditions of war, became wounded and sent back home to Australia as a changed man, haunted by the memories of the war. On his return, he found that nobody was waiting for him and he was left with no sympathy for his sufferings.
The lyrics of this song carry a deeply emotional message about the significance of war and its consequences. The song's main theme is that the trauma of war lasts a lifetime and overshadows the glory and patriotism that war supporters often associate with it. The young man in the song, like many other soldiers during that war, was a victim of circumstances, fighting for a cause that was not always their own, and the lack of recognition they received upon their return is a tragedy of war.
Line by Line Meaning
When I was a young man I carried a pack
Back when I was younger, I was carefree, traveling with only what I could carry on my back
And lived the free life of a rover
I was living life without a care- roaming from place to place with nothing dragging me down.
From the Murray′s green banks to the dusty outback
I traveled all throughout the country- from the lush banks of the Murray to the dry and barren outback.
I waltzed my Matilda all over
I traveled with nobody but my old swag- a trusted companion on my journies.
Then in 1915, the country said, 'Son
But when World War I broke out in 1915, the country suddenly changed their tune and believed that there was important work for me to do.
It's no time for roving, there′s work to be done'
It was believed that it was no time for me to be traveling aimlessly since there was a war on that required soldiers to become involved.
And they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
For my efforts, I was equipped with a metal helmet and a gun, both of which were essential in the war games that I was to become involved in.
And they sent me away to the war
Soon, I was shipped off to war, not knowing how my life would turn out as a result of my participation.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
And as I was leaving, the band played a song familiar to me, 'Waltzing Matilda,' which left me feeling both homesick and uneasy.
As the ship pulled away from the quay
I could see the distance between myself and home increasing as the ship I was on kept pulling further and further away from the dock.
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving and tears
Despite the joy and laughter surrounding me, it was impossible for me to ignore the tears that were being shed by both those departing and those staying behind.
We sailed off for Gallipoli
Soon enough, I was off to Gallipoli, where I would become involved in one of the bloodiest and most brutal battles that the war had ever seen.
Oh well I remember that terrible day
I can still recall the gruesome and terrifying moments of that battle- one of the most brutal days in my entire life.
When our blood stained the sand and the water
The beach was painted red with the blood of those that lost their lives in the fight.
And how in that hell that they called Souvla Bay
The fighting was so intense that the battlefield became known as a metaphor for the worst place imaginable- 'hell.'
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
We were no match for the violence of the enemy and became just like lambs to the slaughter- no more than helpless and defenseless beings suffering at the hands of others.
Johnny Turk he was waiting
The enemy, nicknamed 'Johnny Turk,' was always lying in wait, taking the opportunity to ambush those looking for a fair fight.
He primed himself well
The Turks had crafted a plan with care, and they executed with precision, making sure that they were successful- no matter the cost.
Showered us with bullets and rained us with shells
Without provocation, the Turks launched an all-out attack- firing bullets and shells to kill off their opponents.
And in ten minutes flat he'd blown us to hell
In just ten minutes, the enemy effortlessly overwhelmed us- sending us straight to what felt like hell itself.
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
The force of the attack was so intense that it nearly threw us right back home- to Australia.
As we stopped to bury the slain
With so many lives lost, we had to stop and honor those men we had just lost by giving them a proper funeral.
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Both sides suffered heavy losses, and each side had to mourn the loss of their own men during the battle.
Then we started all over again
Just before we knew it, we were forced back into the fight, fully recognizing that the chaos of the battle would continue to wage on.
They collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed
Amidst all the chaos and carnage, those so unlucky enough to suffer injuries were also collected and taken care of by those that could lend a hand.
And they shipped us back home to Australia
Once the battle had settled, those fortunate enough to return home were shipped back to their country of origin to recover from the ordeal.
The armless, the legless, the blind and insane
Unfortunately, many of the people that returned home were not the same, changed both physically and mentally from the brutalities of the war.
All the brave wounded heroes of Souvla
Despite the heavy losses and injuries, many people referred to those that participated in the battle as 'brave wounded heroes of Souvla.'
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
As we returned home and our ship made its way into the harbor at Circular Quay, memories of the past and fate troubles of the future were never far from my mind.
And I looked at the place where me legs used to be
I could still feel the pain of the injury I suffered on the battlefield and couldn't help but stare down at where my legs had once been.
I thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
Despite these injuries, I found some comfort in the fact that no one was waiting to see me- and hence would have to grieve and mourn my injuries as I dealt with them.
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
It was a tough hurdle to jump, but I found relief in not having to subject others to the pain and feeling of loss that came with my injuries.
As they carried us down the gangway
Those returning from the war were still honored for their service, to be carried off the ship by those looking to show their appreciation.
But nobody cheered they just stood there and stared
Despite the moment being one in which our service was to be celebrated, nobody celebrated or was happy- just staring and questioning what the future held for both ourselves and the country.
And then turned their faces away
People were unable and unwilling to confront their true feelings about the war and what had happened, opting to just turn and walk away rather than face the sadness head-on.
So now every April I sit on my porch
Years have come and gone since the war, and now every April, I find myself sitting on my porch- just reflecting on my experiences both good and bad.
And I watch the parade pass before me
Even to this day, I still find myself paying homage to those that participated in the war, watching as the parades go by and celebrating the brave actions of those that came before me.
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
While they have all grown old and worn since their time in war, I continue to see proud resilience in the faces of old war comrades being celebrated for what they did.
Reliving old dreams and past glory
People who had once gone through the experiences of war are now at the point where they have the luxury of sitting back and remembering the 'good times' that they shared.
But the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore
Now elderly and far from their prime, the old war comrades that once marched with passion and zeal are now slow and stiff, with each step a reminder of the long years since those glory days.
Tired old men from the tired old war
The war years, and the years since then, have taken their toll- leaving me and my fellow war comrades tired, old, and worn out.
And the young people ask what are they marching for
Some people are new to the idea of marching and commemorating the efforts of those in the war, leading them to ask the simple question- what are they marching for?
And I ask meself the same question
At times, I feel the need to ask myself the same question- why still march and remember a war that took place so many years ago?
And the old men they answer the call
Despite our age and the number of years that have passed, my fellow war comrades and myself still answer the call to march every time- honoring the experiences we all shared that we know would always be an important part of the national narrative.
But year by year those old men disappear
Ever since that time, we have lost far too many of our own, and with each passing year, the number of war comrades we have left dwindles.
Soon no-one will march there at all
The days of marching will soon come to a close as the memories that we hold so dear to us fade away with us and the marchers of passed time come to an end.
Writer(s): John Francis Mc Dermott, Bobby Edwards, Eric Bugle
Contributed by Hannah A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.