Replacements – Here Comes A Regular

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
after a hard day of nothin’ much at all

I can’t tell you how much I like this ballad by The Replacements. This song sounds so authentic that it hurts. I don’t normally try to interrupt songs. They mean different things to different people but this one hit home for me…I knew people like this and I spent my fair share of  time in bars playing to drinking customers.

The song is sad but an honest portrait. It’s a lonely life but a comfort to have people to be lonely with… but it also is a signal  that you could be spiraling slowly down. I have never been drinker but I did haunt some clubs (mostly playing music) in my earlier days nursing a drink into the night. I remember one night being at a club at 2am in the morning…thinking why the hell am I still here? That is when my days of being a regular stopped.

Tim is the fourth studio album by  The Replacements. It was released in October 1985 on Sire Records. It was their first major label release. Paul Westerberg wrote this song and played acoustic.

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You’re like a picture on the fridge that’s never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at their house

Here Comes A Regular

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
after a hard day of nothin’ much at all
Summer’s passed, it’s too late to cut the grass
There ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall

And sometimes I just ain’t in the mood
to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You’re like a picture on the fridge that’s never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

Well a drinkin’ buddy that’s bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you’re in the arms of someone’s baby now
I’ll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway

Everybody wants to be someone’s here
Someone’s gonna show up, never fear
’cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I’m sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall

Author: Badfinger (Max)

Power Pop fan, Baseball, Beatles, old movies, and tv show fan. Also anything to do with pop culture in the 60s and 70s... I'm also a songwriter, bass and guitar player.

17 thoughts on “Replacements – Here Comes A Regular”

      1. Bahaha. Just a heads up Max is we are live streaming this upcoming Friday (Jan 15th) with book author Martin Popoff at 7pm EST. If you can’t watch live it will be on rerun on Youtube!
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  2. Quite good – not the sound I would’ve expected from the Replacements but I’ve not really heard that many by them. I worked as a night manager of a rundown hotel for 2 years when I was not long out of school. It had bars, a country one, a strip club downstairs and a normal bar with rock music. We’d see the “regulars” night after night , probably 80% of the crowd, even when there was a new band or special event.

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    1. My regular action was mostly in playing…I did have one club I would go to…mostly with friends and we would meet other people…but playing them was a little different but not really….you are still there and we knew everyone and they knew us…some had biker guys…they were a lot of fun and thank goodness they liked us…that was mostly at bars though…

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  4. I feel like Bob Stinson is a fair interpretation. It sounds like they were pretty harsh to him – it started off as his band, and he had to come in after hours from his regular job to record guitar leads for this record.

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  5. As my mom was a bartender I grew up around them and saw all of the sad regulars trying to be merry with each other. I think it’s the only time they feel alive. Bar drunks are the sad clowns of society.

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    1. Yep I played around them so much that I got to know them…then I noticed…playing or not…I was becoming one also because I was always there.

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