Recién estaba escuchando The Jam y las canciones parecen sacadas de la Argentina hoy (le hicieron varias a la criminal de guerra Thatcher).
Si después tengo tiempo trataré de traducir algunos párrafos memorables.
“A town called Buenos Aires (or Córdoba)”
[SPOILER]
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 against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids’ new gear
It’s a big decision in a town called Malice
The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
It’s at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going 'round and 'round
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I’d sooner put some joy back
In this town called Malice
In this town called Malice
In this town called Malice[/SPOILER]
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“Going Underground”
[SPOILER][Verse 1]
Some people might say my life is in a rut
I’m quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But I’m so happy I can’t see the point
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Something’s happening here today
A show of strength with your boy’s brigade
And I’m so happy and you’re so kind
You want more money - of course, I don’t mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society’s got
[Chorus]
I’m going underground (going underground)
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I’ve enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me, I’m too busy dodging between the flak
[Pre-Chorus 2]
What you see is what you get
You made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies puts you down and their promises rust
You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don’t get what this society wants
[Chorus]
I’m going underground (going underground)
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
[Pre-Chorus 3]
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
These braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
[Chorus]
Going underground
I’m going underground
[Bridge]
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
[Pre-Chorus 4]
These braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
[Chorus]
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pound, pound, pound
Going underground (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow[/SPOILER]
//youtu.be/AE1ct5yEuVY
