- Blur – This Is A Low live on BBC2, The Late Show: Mercury Music Prize, 1st and/or 2nd September 1994 (Broadcast on 13th September)
- A song about the Shipping Forecast, broadcast several times a day on BBC Radio 4.
- The iconic broadcast is nightly at 0:50am
- Songwriters: Damon Albarn / Graham Leslie Coxon / Alexander Rowntree David / Alexander James Steven
Lyrics
And into the sea
Goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay
And back for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide
And go to sleep
(And the radio says)This is a low
But it won’t hurt you
When you’re alone
It will be there with you
Findin’ ways to stay soloUp the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty
There’s a low in the high forties
Saturday’s locked away on the pier
Not fast enough, dear
And on the Malin head
Blackpool looks blue and red
And the Queen, she’s gone ’round the bend
Jumped off Land’s End
(And the radio says)This is a low
This Is a Low lyrics © Warner/chappell Music Ltd, Kobalt Music Services Ltd Kms, Extra Mile Music Limited, Wixen Music (uk) Ltd
But it won’t hurt you
When you’re alone
It will be there with you
Findin’ ways to stay solo
This is a low
But it won’t hurt you
When you’re alone
It will be there with you
This is a low
But it won’t hurt you
When you’re alone
It will be there with you
Findin’ ways to stay solo
Poems have been written about the Shipping Forecast, so deeply is it entrenched in the minds of Radio 4 listeners.
The Shipping Forecast
In the stillness of the night, the air hangs heavy with anticipation
The Shipping Forecast echoes across the waves, a whispered promise of guidance
From the cliffs above, the lighthouse stands tall and steadfast
Its beam of light slicing through the darkness, a beacon of hope for those at sea
The words of the forecast dance on the wind, a language of the ocean
Names like Dogger, Fisher, German Bight, spoken with reverence and respect
Each line a map of the unseen world below, a roadmap for the sailors
Navigating the treacherous waters, guided by the wisdom of those who came before
Through the fog and the rain, the wind and the waves, they press on
Their hearts anchored to the shore, their souls intertwined with the sea
And as the forecast fades into the distance, its words etched into the fabric of the night
The sailors carry on, their spirits unbroken, their journey far from over
For in the Shipping Forecast, they find not just a warning, but a promise
Of safe passage, of distant shores, of home.
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