Funeral Pyre
[1981]
Parole di Paul Weller
Musica de The Jam
Singolo poi incluso nell’EP “The Jam”
Sembra quasi di trovarsi in Germania nel 1933, durante uno dei “Bücherverbrennungen”, i roghi dei libri organizzati dai nazisti appena saliti al potere, e invece qui siamo nella Gran Bretagna della “Iron Lady” Margaret Thatcher, dove “il debole viene schiacciato e il forte è sempre più forte…”
Parole di Paul Weller
Musica de The Jam
Singolo poi incluso nell’EP “The Jam”
Sembra quasi di trovarsi in Germania nel 1933, durante uno dei “Bücherverbrennungen”, i roghi dei libri organizzati dai nazisti appena saliti al potere, e invece qui siamo nella Gran Bretagna della “Iron Lady” Margaret Thatcher, dove “il debole viene schiacciato e il forte è sempre più forte…”
Down in amongst the streets tonight
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envoyé par Bernart Bartleby 14/4/2014 - 14:47
Parcours:
Miss Maggie Thatcher
Ghetto
La canzone de The Jam, scritta da Paul Weller, che ispirò “Ghetto” degli Statuto:
TOWN CALLED MALICE
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed... (continuer)
TOWN CALLED MALICE
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed... (continuer)
Bernart Bartleby 25/2/2014 - 13:27
Going Underground
[1980]
Scritta da Paul Weller
Una canzone dall’ultima cruenta fase della guerra fredda, quella dello “scudo stellare” reaganiano, dell’ennesima escalation atomica, dei soldi pubblici spesi per “comprare manuali di sopravvivenza ai crimini nucleari” e “ancora più missili e fucili al posto delle giostre per i bambini”…
Anni terribili, con la Thatcher in casa e fuori i soldati russi che invadevano l’Afghanistan… Meglio nascondersi, sprofondarsi in qualche taverna dove almeno si può suonare e cantare e conservare la speranza nel domani…
Un hit che resistette tre settimane in testa alle classifiche.
Scritta da Paul Weller
Una canzone dall’ultima cruenta fase della guerra fredda, quella dello “scudo stellare” reaganiano, dell’ennesima escalation atomica, dei soldi pubblici spesi per “comprare manuali di sopravvivenza ai crimini nucleari” e “ancora più missili e fucili al posto delle giostre per i bambini”…
Anni terribili, con la Thatcher in casa e fuori i soldati russi che invadevano l’Afghanistan… Meglio nascondersi, sprofondarsi in qualche taverna dove almeno si può suonare e cantare e conservare la speranza nel domani…
Un hit che resistette tre settimane in testa alle classifiche.
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
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envoyé par Dead End 18/7/2012 - 13:45
The Eton Rifles
Album: "Setting Sons" (1979)
"The Eton Rifles" as such, do not exist: the cadet corps of Eton College is the Eton College Officer Training Corps[2], Eton being a famous English public school in Berkshire that is regarded as the epitome of Britain's privileged 'elite'. The song itself recounts the difficulties faced by the unemployed and lower paid working class in protesting against a system loaded against them.
The song recounts a street battle Paul Weller had read about in the newspapers concerning elements of a Right To Work march going through Slough in 1978 breaking off to attack pupils from Eton College who had been jeering the lunchtime marchers (hence Hello, Hooray, an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles), rashly thinking that a bunch of 'posh schoolboys' would be an easy target: only for the outnumbered but far fitter college pupils to give them a beating. As the lyric put it:... (continuer)
"The Eton Rifles" as such, do not exist: the cadet corps of Eton College is the Eton College Officer Training Corps[2], Eton being a famous English public school in Berkshire that is regarded as the epitome of Britain's privileged 'elite'. The song itself recounts the difficulties faced by the unemployed and lower paid working class in protesting against a system loaded against them.
The song recounts a street battle Paul Weller had read about in the newspapers concerning elements of a Right To Work march going through Slough in 1978 breaking off to attack pupils from Eton College who had been jeering the lunchtime marchers (hence Hello, Hooray, an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles), rashly thinking that a bunch of 'posh schoolboys' would be an easy target: only for the outnumbered but far fitter college pupils to give them a beating. As the lyric put it:... (continuer)
Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
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1/4/2012 - 15:29
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Parole e musica di Paul Weller
dall'album "The Gift"
Immagina che domani tutti i lavoratori del mondo scendano in sciopero. Come farebbero i padroni a guadagnare i loro enormi profitti? Chi costruirebbe le loro bombe?