12th July Seventeen going under


Known as an all out rocker that normally has thousands of people bouncing along with a mix of anger, frustration and passion, Sam Fender's most famous song has lyrics that go straight to the heart of the desperation many teenagers feel today, trapped in a downward spiral of drink, drugs and dead end lives. 

This wonderful acoustic version sung by Fender and fellow North East songwriter, Holly Humberstone, throws an added layer of poignancy into the mix, that just tugs at the heart strings.

The song chronicles Fender's life at 17 when his mother, Shirley was afflicted with firbomyalgia and became depressed because she could no longer work after 40 years of service as a nurse. Having become the owner of her apartment at 19 and having never missed a day at work, the Department for Work and Pensions (the DWP mentioned in the song) began harassing her with letters and treating her unjustly. 

Fender recalls: "That's when my rose-tinted glasses fell off." The song is a letter to his 17 year old self, explaining: "17 is when all the challenges begin: you're not a baby, but you're definitely not an adult able to solve the problem. And sometimes with everything going on around you feel as if you are going under."


I remember the sickness was foreverI remember snuff videosCold Septembers, the distances we coveredThe fist fights on the beach, the bizzies round us upDo it all again next week
 An embryonic loveThe first time that it scarredEmbarrass yourself for someoneCrying like a childAnd the boy who kicked Tom's head inStill bugs me nowThat's the thing, it lingersAnd claws you when you're down
 
I was far too scared to hit himBut I would hit him in a heartbeat nowThat's the thing with angerIt begs to stick aroundSo it can fleece you of your beautyAnd leave you spent with nowt to offerMakes you hurt the ones who love you
 
You hurt them like they're nothing(Oh, oh)You hurt them like they're nothing(Oh, oh)
 
See I spent my teens enragedSpiralin' in silenceAnd I armed myself with a grin'Cause I was always the fuckin' jokerBuried in their humor
 Amongst the white noise and boys' boysLocker-room talkin' lads' ladsDrenched in cheap drink and snide fagsA mirrored picture of my old manOh God, the kid's a dab handCanny chanter, but he looks sad
God, the kid looks so sadGod, the kid looks so sad
 
She said the debt, the debt, the debtSo I thought about shifting gearAnd how she wept and wept and weptWell, luck came and died 'round here
 I see my motherThe DWP see a numberShe cries on the floor encumberedI'm seventeen going under
I'm seventeen going under(Oh, oh)I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)(Oh, oh)I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)(Oh, oh)I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)(Oh, oh)(Oh)

 

 

 

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