It's time for the second post of my 30-Day Song Challenge! This category was a tough one, because if I had my way, I would actually put two songs up instead of one … but, rules are rules. So, here it is:
Song #2 – My least favourite song
Khe Sanh – Cold Chisel (from the album Cold Chisel, released by WEA Records, 1978)
For the record, the other candidate for this category is Kenny Rogers' The Gambler, but this one just edges it out for one reason – the pure boganity (if there is such a word) that is behind this song.
It's always played later on in the evening at every country pub I've been to – after the bogues and boguettes, all dressed in various hi-vis tradie gear, Blundstones, trackie dacks, moccasins and more recently, Ed Hardy shirts (can you tell I'm a fan of Things Bogans Like?) have smashed the last of the maxxtreme-sized Woodstock cans and finished their third pack of Winnie Blues, one of them will stagger over to the video jukebox, drop all their spare change into the slot and put this song on over and over again, singing loudly to this “unofficial Aussie anthem, you carnts!”
It's usually around about that time where I finish my drink and leave. I cannot STAND this song. As soon as that opening piano riff comes on, I'm out of there. If it starts playing on the radio, I instantly change the station. The problem is, my two favourite radio stations are Triple M and Gold 104.3 – and both play this song CONSTANTLY.
However, just as I was copying the embed code for this video, I read a particularly insightful YouTube commenter's thoughts on this song:
“The irony of Khe Sanh is lost on bogans of course,” says dirtygore. “Even the very pinnacle of boganhood, the Australian cricket team, celebrate a win with a rousing rendition of a song about a man who can no longer stand to be in Australia.”
A quick look at the Wikipedia page about this song reveals that the lyrics are about an Aussie Vietnam veteran who is drifting aimlessly after returning home: “womanising, post-traumatic stress disorder, addiction to speed and Novocaine, getting work on oil rigs and flying helicopters” before heading “to Hong Kong for casual sex.”
And it also mentions that “during the Australian cricket team's tour of the Caribbean, the players accorded "Khe Sanh" the status of an unofficial team song and sang it frequently.”
I would have necked myself, personally. Oh well. Haters gonna hate, I suppose.
Lyrics
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone