Music
Thatcher was the subject of several songs while she was in power opposing her government, including The Beat's "Stand Down Margaret", as well as a sarcastic declaration of faux adoration (Notsensibles' "I'm in Love with Margaret Thatcher"). After she left government, several songs called for her death or looked forward to celebration of her death, including Morrissey's "Margaret on the Guillotine" ("The kind people have a wonderful dream, Margaret on the guillotine"), Elvis Costello's "Tramp the Dirt Down" ("I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down"), Hefner's "The Day That Thatcher Dies" ("We will dance and sing all night") and Pete Wylie's "The Day That Margaret Thatcher Dies" ("She's gone!, And nobody cries").
Songs with Thatcher as the subject include:
- "All My Trials" by Paul McCartney.
- "Margaret on the Guillotine" (song from Morrissey's album Viva Hate)
- "Stand Down Margaret" by The Beat
- "The Day That Margaret Thatcher Dies" by Pete Wylie
- "The Day That Thatcher Dies" by Hefner
- "Tramp the Dirt Down" by Elvis Costello
- "I'm There!" by Janet Brown
- "Wallflowers" by MC Frontalot
- "Margaret" by Russian band Electroforez
- "Ronnie And Mags" by NOFX
- "Miss Maggie" by Renaud
Moreover, Roger Waters in 1983 named "Maggie" in the song "The Fletcher Memorial Home" on the Pink Floyd album "The Final Cut". The band Genesis in 1986 utilized a puppet representing her (as well as other politicians) in the music video: Land of Confusion from the album Invisible Touch. French singer Renaud ("Miss Maggie, 1985").
Read more about this topic: Cultural Depictions Of Margaret Thatcher
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