Oi galera, Vishows na ativa, alive and kicking !
E para chegar em grande estilo, nada como um artigo cabeça… E direto ao assunto, Joe Strummer e os Riots de Londres !
Afinal, o cara fez uma futurologia roqueira, prevendo o caos social e que a queda do capital financeiro ia mudar a Europa e a Inglaterra, com a volta do fascismo agora em versão tecnológica, trazendo o risco do fim das liberdades individuais, e a divisão do mundo em preto e branco.
O que dizer de um país que se diz democracia e vê como possível o controle da internet e das mídias sociais, impedindo o direito de expressão de uma juventude sem futuro e dominada pelo medo e pela paranóia midiática ?
Prova 1 – White Riot
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
Black man gotta lot a problems
But they don’t mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick
An’ everybody’s doing
Just what they’re told to
An’ nobody wants
To go to jail!
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
All the power’s in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it
Everybody’s doing
Just what they’re told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
Are you taking over
Or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
Sim, a letra é de 1977, mas fala de uma revolta dos brancos, quando todo poder fosse restrito aos que tem a grana para comprar… Será que não parece Londres nos Riots de 2011, onde o povo roubou Ipads, tennis, roupas de marca e outros símbolos da sociedade de consumo moderna ? Tomando o poder ou recebendo ordens …
Prova 2 – London’s Burning (emblemática)
London’s burning, London’s burning
All across the town, all across the night
Everybody’s driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody’s sitting ‘round watching television
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
I’m up and down the Westway in and out the lights
What a great traffic system, it’s so bright
I can’t think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
Now I’m in the subway and I’m looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I’m all alone
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning, dial 99999
Here we go, here we go rocking tonight
Lets go to another light
All you ???, lets see the town bright
??? Women like 63 ???
Wait, smashing ??? the cable ???, not your scene
Over there, let’s see what’s going on
Here you go my, go sister, two bumper cars
London’s burning
Que foda !! essa letra é profética !! Também de 1977 !!
No segundo disco o Clash mandou essa:
Prova 3 “English Civil War”
when johnny comes marching home again
he’s coming by bus or underground
a woman’s eye will shed a tear
to see his face so beaten in fear
an’ it was just around the corner in the english civil war
it was still at the stage of clubs and fists
when that well-known face got beaten to bits
your face was blue in the light of the screen
as we watched the speech of an animal scream
the new party army was marching right over our heads
alright
there you are, ha ha, i told you so
says everybody that we know
but who hid a radio under the stairs
an’ who got caught out on their unawares?
when that new party army came marching right up the stairs
when johnny comes marching home again
nobody understands it can happen again
the sun is shining an’ the kids are shouting loud
but you gotta know it’s shining through a crack in the cloud
and the shadows keep falling when johnny comes marching home
Nessa Strummer não deixa por menos, já que Johnny estava logarítmico na esquina voltando prá casa na Guerra Cívil Inglesa. Hehehe… Revolução!
Também do disco Give ‘Em Enough Rope, Tommy Gun, mostra o lado revolucionário das ações terroristas, mostrando o lado político e a legitimidade das ações extremistas quando a causa é ética e justa.
Prova 4 a controversa Tommy Gun
Tommy gun
you ain’t happy less you got one
tommy gun
ain’t gonna shoot the place up
just for fun
maybe he wants to die for the money
maybe he wants to kill for his country
whatever he wants, he’s gonna get it!
tommy gun
you better strip it down for a customs run
tommy gun
waiting in the airport ‘till kingdom come
an’ we can watch you make it
on the nine o’clock news
standing there in palestine lighting the fuse
whatever you want, you’re gonna get it
tommy gun
you’ll be dead when your war is won
tommy gun
but did you have to gun down everyone?
i can see it’s kill or be killed
a nation of destiny has got to be fulfilled
whatever you want, you’re gonna get it!
tommy gun
you can be a hero in an age of none
tommy gun
i’m cutting out your picture from page one
i’m gonna get a jacket just like yours
an’ give my false support to your cause
whatever you want, you’re gonna get it!
okay, so let’s agree about the price
And make it one jet airliner for ten prisoners
boats an’ tanks and planes, it’s your game
kings an’ queens an’ generals learn your name
i see all the innocents, the human sacrifice
and if death comes so cheap
then the same goes for life!
Afinal você Tommy vai estar morto quando a guerra for ganha!!
E a luta continua…
Em 1979 o Clash veio com London Calling, e se a cidade não afundou e não houve apocalipse nuclear o Tsunami e o acidente atomico japonês é uma realidade e pode ser a trilha sonora da tragédia.
Pensando nos presos nos distúrbios e na truculência policial, o que combina é o existencialismo roqueiro de Death or Glory !! Confiram a letra !
Prova 5 – Death or Glory
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world,
Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl.
Love ‘n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands,
Hands that slap his kids around, ‘cause they don’t understand how,
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
‘n every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock ‘n roll,
Grabs the mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold,
But I believe in this and it’s been tested by research,
He, who fucks nuns, will later join the church.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Fear in the gun-sights,
They say lie low,
You say ok,
Don’t wanna play the show,
Now all you’re thinking
“Was it death or glory now?”
Playing the blues of kings,
Sure looks better now.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, just another story?
From every dingy basement, on every dingy street,
Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat,
It’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you’ve been trying for years, we ‘ready heard your song
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
We gonna march, a long way,
Fight, a long time,
We got to travel, over mountains,
Got to travel, over seas,
We gonna fight, your brother,
We gonna fight, ‘til you loose,
We gonna raise, trouble,
We gonna raise, hell.
We gonna fight, your brother,
Raise, hell.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
Death or glory, just another story?
Death or glory, becomes just another story.
A canção fala de lutar, perder, se levantar, causar e continuar a luta.
Morte ou Glória , se torna somente mais uma história.
Prova 6 – The Call up
Direto do disco de 1980 – Sandinista ! Vinil Triplo !!
Você tem que se responsabilizar por ouvir ou deixar de ouvir o chamado !!
The Call-up
It’s up to you not to heed the call-up
‘N’ you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
It’s up to you not to heed the call-up
I don’t wanna die!
It’s up to you not to hear the call-up
I don’t wanna kill!
For he who will die
Is he who will kill
Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an’ I should be with her
There is a town – unlike any other
It’s up to you not to hear the call-up
‘N’ you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an’ why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose…
Yeah!
Já em 1982, chegou Combat Rock, que de cara chega com Know Your Rights… E mostra que só com 3 direitos o homem já teria muito mais do que tem hoje na nossa “Sociedade Livre” !!
Prova 7 – Know your rights
This is a public service announcement with guitar
Know your rights all three of them
Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights
And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don’t mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation
Know your rights
These are your rights
Wang
Know these rights
Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you’re not
Dumb enough to actually try it.
Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of ‘em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well…………………………
Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
You don’t have a home to go to
Smush
Finally then I will read you your rights
You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you
Listen to this – Run
Direito 1 = você tem o direito de não ser morto, assassinato é um crime, exceto se você por um policial ou um aristocrata !
Direito 2 = direito a grana pra comida, desde que você não ligue de ser fichado, investigado, humilhado e reabilitado !
Direito 3 = Você tem o direito a livre expressão, desde que você não seja bobo o suficiente para tentar usar esse direito !
Simples assim um Fascismo Moderno e Tecnológico
Prova 8 – This is England
Fechando com This is England do disco Cut the Crap the 1985 – grande música de um disco fraco, mas a letra galera vale cada detalhe !!!
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes
He won’t go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He’s out at sea, too far off, he can’t go home
This is England
What we’re supposed to die for
This is England
And we’re never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I’m walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed
I see no glory
When will we be free
This is England
We can chain you to the rail
This is England
We can kill you in a jail
The British boots go kick them
Got ‘em in the head
Police ain’t watching’
The newspapers been read
Who cares to protest?
A (???) in the eye like a flare
Out came the batons and
The British warned themselves / This is England
The land of (il) legal dances/ This is England
Land of a thousand stances / This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel / This is England
This is how we feel / This is England
This is England
